"And your little girl. Do they know what a fucking slut you are?" "I don't give a shit what they think at this point. I just need to cum again. Shut y...ur fucking mouth, and make me cum again," she demanded. "Well Fuck Yeah," I said. "Cum for me again, Slut!"With that said, she started shaking her big ass again. She was moving back and forth on my hard cock like a wild woman."Fuck it, Slut! Fuck that dick," I said as I pulled her hair back.” "That's it, Bitch. Fuck it like the fucking Slut you. With my eyes still to the floor, she began to slowly unbutton her shirt; instinctively I lifted my eyes so that I could see her hands just reaching the lower buttons. They stopped, poised where they were; I darted my eyes to the floor again and felt the heat rise in my face. I felt her move and then watched the shirt fall and land in a heap just to the left of me.“Now you may look,” she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. I lifted my eyes slowly, up her still covered legs, past the belt. . or one of them, they appeared to have a few.“Yes, believe it or not she was my babysitter,” I giggled slightly, careful not to overdo it.“Is that how you get ahead in the Empire?”“Well, it doesn’t hurt, let’s put it that way,” I alluded to nepotism in the Empire, something the AIs totally prevented.“The Kingdom is the same, though they overlook the talents we ladies may have,” she sighed.“Oh?”“Yes, Larrant, my husband, is always self-aggrandising himself to anyone who will listen. Always. And my wife’s tits were swollen withmilk.“What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled. Tyrone stoppedpumping, and my wife stopped grinding down. My wife’sface was sweaty, her blonde hair ruffled, her tits andchest covered with hickies. Lean and muscular Tyronelook bothered that I stopped them. Beth just looked atme and smiled.“Honey, can you sleep on the couch tonight?” my wifepleaded. Tyrone looked on silently.“Beth, what the…”“What the.