So, we could see that she was, after all, really a slut that our imagination painted so vividly over all those years. Mrs. Evans, our respected, well-...annered neighbour and mother of our friends was masturbating using a battery-operated vibrator. I have no idea what was on the screen that she was looking at. It could have been a movie clip, a story, a series of photos, but there is no doubt it was pornography. It wasn’t a sex-chat, that much was sure, because her both hands were busy between. ? ?Like what?? I asked, a testiness in my voice. Everyone's always waiting aroundfor me to take control of the situation. I don't want to anymore. I want tosit back forever. I want to fall asleep and let the hands of beautiful slavegirls carry me to victory and glory and the Kingdom of Got. ?I don't know...um....we could...,? she faltered. ?You want to get raped again? Look, you called me. Figure it out.? ?Well, we could go out to eat and to a movie or something,? she suggested,a little. He then pulled down my shorts turning me around pulling out my butt plug he leaned me forward spreading my cheeks apart then he spit on my ass telling me how hot it was I then felt his tounge probing my hot pink hole and then he began eating my ass I was loving it telling him how good it felt, he then grabbed the butt plug and shoved it back inside me fucking me with it. I then turned around undid his jeans pulled them down pulled out his monster cock from his underwear dropped to my knees. Susan always was brilliant, and she was still beautiful. If she weren't a manipulative slut Early knew he'd be interested.After the meeting broke up, Early tried to get Harry alone. As much as he wanted to help this group, he simply couldn't work in an organization that included Susan. As the meeting progressed Early had been forced to admit, grudgingly, that she was indeed central to the group's success and that it was a work of her heart. Although it made him mad, he had decided that he.