She looked unbearably horny, which I suspected was the way she was feeling. I slid my hand up her inner thigh, along her smooth skin until I reached ...er pussy. Her eyes never left mine.“Finger me.”She was delightfully wet and my finger curled into her and searched over the inside of her cunt.“We’re going to have a fun night,” she purred, her body rising in response to my finger.We ate on the small, round table in the conservatory. The food was delicious, as it always was when Karl cooked. As. More than once I tried to moan no and I tried to lean back away from him but he held me in place. Mac was facefucking me gagging me harder and harder I lost control of him I struggled even trying to get up. I felt spit oozing out of me, my eyes where full of tears but i knew he wasn't going to stop. No matter what I did he continued to facefuck me until i felt like the shaft of his dick swell like a fucked up marshmallow and he exploded in my mouth and throat. He thrusted like 4 or 6 times my. I mentally sighed and wondered to myself when would Nick stop being the cause of my humiliation. I sensed my sister, who was very dominant anyway, enjoying my plight. I wasn't sure about my mother, after all, she was letting all this go on in her house, albeit, she reasoned that she too had a stake in Betty having Nick's baby. That is, she didn't want to wait any longer for grand k**s. My sister also claimed that she wanted a cute little nephew or niece since she didn't plan on having k**s. Breakfast, dinner and the back of her head.Breakfast was generally, "I only have time for coffee." Slurp Guzzle Gulp "Ahhh bye."Dinner was a little more mannerly, "Good evening, Grace, David. Ooo that looks good." Gnash Rip Tear Clatter Scrape "Thanks." Burp"I'm in the study." or, "I'm at the library," was followed by the slam of her books on her desk or the slam of the door on her way to the library. Sometimes the Andersons had to fetch her from the library because she was found asleep in the.