" Hey little brother. I heard that you got into a little trouble last night. So did they paddle your bottom?" John, I wish they had. This is far worse..." William said slumping in his seat. He wondered who would be the next one to call. He glanced over at his mother and noticed her innocent expression as she took a bite from her toast.After a few minutes of small talk, John hung up. William looked across the table and said, "You sent out the video to the whole family."Colt, Natalie, and Nicole. You move to your own accord as I slurp and suck on you, giving you the control. Thrusting up into my mouth, the grip on my hair tight, my lips firm around your shaft, my teeth grazing you, I begin to moan, to add to the stimulation. Gasping, you move faster, forcing me to take your cock deeper into my throat. The head of your cock hitting the back of my throat, thrust for thrust. Your groans begin to outshine mine, your cock thickens, and I know you're starting to get close to your orgasm. But. “How?” asked Kattie. They had never fucked when her mother was home. At least not in the house.“I’ll figure out something. Just keep pretending to be sick,” he moved around her and out the door, quickly moving to the hallway bathroom where he could wipe her pussy juices from his cock before his wife could smell it. Kattie changed into a t-shirt and some shorts, no panties, and crawled back into bed, hating her mother for interrupting them. She was so horny and she just loved her dad’s. Regardless, at the top of stairs is another hallway just like the last one leading to the boss's office.Guy grabs the doorknob and pushes the stained, white door far enough to creep inside. In the room is a man standing behind a desk chock full of money, coke, and papers all scattered about the place. He's a Cuban guy with slick, black hair on a balding head and beady, little, brown eyes. He wears a shag right under his nose and chapped, grizzled lips under that. His dress shirt is purple with.