I couldn't takeanother, I started to shudder as I couldn't hold myself back from cryingany more. Master's hand on my back pushed my face to the bed, ...ut Iknew well enough to keep my ass up. After a couple more photos of mywell fucked and come splattered asshole I felt pressure once more at myass.I wept shamelessly as it pushed me open, wider than even Master's cockbut only momentarily before it narrowed again, I knew a butt plug when Ifelt one. So here I was with Master's load of cum plugged. It felt smooth and tight. The woman shifted her arse backwards and I could feel her clitoris – just a little nub of gristle, but an important one. I sucked at it and tried to bite it but it was too slippery. The woman above me squirmed and pressed herself down onto my mouth. I could feel my erection getting bigger with every lick. I was really enjoying the sensation.How did I get into this position? Well it all came back to me. I was in the punishment toilet, yet again. I had been here twelve. You too Mom. Have a nice rest." She kissed my cheek. I felt her tongue softly touch it as her delicate hand squeezed my bare arm. I shivered. It was time to go to bed with Erica. Yes, I needed to be alone with my wife. So much like her daughter. Just a little older. Only thirty-eight years old. Right in her sexual prime. Ready to please me. I watched as Emily walked slowly away. Her body swayed. I reached out and touched Erica beside me. "We must be getting to bed too, my dear. Let's go, love.". What would have happened if he had stayed in the office for that extra hour? He cringed at the thought, put his arm protectively around her and led her down the stairs to the tube station. He was dying to know what she had been up to since she ran away three days before the funeral, but she didn’t seem to want to talk to him just yet. She looked even more exhausted than he felt, so he left her, for the most part, alone. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her though, he had to prove to.