“Your ass-hole keeps winking at me, mom. Do you want me to fuck your little ass-hole?” SLAP!“Oh, fuck…” she groaned, anticipating what was g...ing to happen to her next.“Answer me! Do you want me to fuck your slutty ass-hole?” SLAP, SLAP! Josh slapped his mother hard, once on each ass cheek. Sharon’s butt was turning bright red.“YES, YES!” She cried. She loved to be ass-fucked! She loved to be spanked! She felt both sides of her ass-cheeks burning.Josh pulled his throbbing cock from her cunt. He. "Good girl! Now it's time for you to make your decision, you know where the door is, I'll be upstairs in my bedroom. If you decide to stay, bring up the wine, Columbard I think today, and do take your shoes off!"Sara turned and went upstairs leaving Ceri alone, her heart beating strongly as she surveyed her surroundings. The house reflected its owner, immaculate, classy, expensive. What did she mean rewarded financially?Ceri wasn't poor but like most, could always use a little extra. She looked. Sandy was the rich kid who had everything she ever desired. She was a petite blonde, fair skinned, with blue eyes, small perky breasts and a waist that was impossibly small. She was always the most popular and reveled in being the captain of the cheerleaders. Jenny was almost the opposite of Sandy. She was from a poor, broken family, attending college on a full scholarship. Jenny was a loner and never developed her social skills. She had short dark hair and gray-green eyes. Her 35C breasts were. We got to the airport, parked and went to wait outside Customs in the International Terminal and, in a while, people began coming out who were on her flight.Then, Lynn started waving at a woman who was waving back and I realized it was Erica; Erica minus about twenty or thirty pounds. She strode toward us looking quite beautiful, confident, sexy. Oh, I don't know what they did to her overseas but, my, it sure did help.We all hugged and, I must say, I held her longer than I might have before.