I want up that cunt.”Sandy was now fully into the role of fuck slut: tits out, skirt up, and fingers working on her juice soaked sex slit. She knew ...he wanted everything; she wanted cocks up her, all three.Mark made the move he and Sandy had discussed earlier. “Out bitch,"he ordered. "Bend over the fucking bonnet, get that arse on view, you're going to get so much spunk up you.”Sandy was thrilled to hear her husband treat her like the whore she was pretending to be. She shuddered as she felt. She wasn't tall, but her lack of hight was made up for with large breasts, big ass, and a round belly to match. I moved closer to her.. pushing her back against the desk. Our lips met and we kissed passionately. My hands reached up and held her face, her hands gripping my buttocks. I pulled back and took her hands off my ass."Take off your clothes. All of them. Now."She looked at me with pure desire, the command causing her pussy to tingle, moisture making her underwear damp. She was a little. He was doomed, he would remain at the bottom of the promotion pile, or worse, non-eligible for promotion. After his sixth drink, Willard was sure he would have to find other employment. The only problems he had with his beautiful wife was her bigotry toward black people.At 1 am, the bartender cut off Willard and called a cab to take him home. As the taxi pulled up to his house, Willard saw his wife’s car in the driveway and the living room light was on. He was sure his wife should have. Damn, here I was with a hard on and couldn’t relieve myself. Mom left the room leaving me in a frustrated state of mind. Supper time came and i was hand fed like a baby. Mom was wearing her robe and everytime she fed me it opened a little, giving me a little shot of her tits. DAMN! I was getting hard again. I tried to keep my mind on the food but couldn’t! This had to be my punishment for partying! I knew it was! ‘Damien, will you quit that!’ Mom said looking at my bulge under the covers. ‘I’m.