She threw a wall of water between me and the Paragon.“You have to run, Ealaín!” Greta shouted.“No running,” I growled, gripping my ax and war...hammer, their light flickering and spluttering.The Paragon slammed her fist into the wall of water. The flowing liquid blunted her attack. Her fist burst through but fell short of my face, droplets raining on me. She snarled and battered at the barrier. With a howl, she ripped through it, her misshapen breasts heaving at me. Water spilled over her. A knock on the door. The secretary opens it to show in a man in his early thirties. He looks like he’s had a bad night. Standing, Gerry asks, “What did you decide?”A bit surprised by the question Jeffries gives a weak smile and reaches into his coat to withdraw two pieces of paper and a blank mini CD disc. He hands them to Gerry who reads the papers. He invites Mr Jeffries to wait by the door, but behind it. Turning to the Director he says, “Please send for Mister Chris Simpson and also ask for. His cock was now rock hard and Crystal had now slipped her hand inside his robe and was stroking his cock. As hard as he tried he had to admit deep down he wanted to fuck his daughter again.George fought for another minute or so then leaned down and picked up Crystal and carried her to her bed. He kissed her gently on her lips until her small mouth parted and he could feel her tongue trying to get past his own lips. He kissed her deep while trying to get her clothes off her. He marveled at her. The heat built in my cunt. It swelled.“Mom!” he groaned.“Are you going to cum in Mommy’s asshole?” I whimpered. “Are you going to fill Mommy’s asshole with all that yummy cum.”“Yes!” he groaned.He plowed deep into me. Hard. He thrust to the hilt in my ass. My eyes fluttered as the heat surged through me. A wild delight rushed through me. An amazing treat to enjoy. A passion that had my heart pounding in my chest.“Do it!” I moaned. “Thrust your dick into my asshole hard! Make Mommy cum on that.