Finally sheraised her tear stained face to look at me. "What do I have todo to make up for this James?" You have to do whatever I tell you Mom. Are yo... willing to dothat?" I.....I don't know what you mean. I....I...guess so." Okay, here's what you will do. Dad, you were willing to whoreMom and Aunt Pam. Mom, you were willing to let him do it. Youlet yourself be debased for money. You both need to be punishedfor what you've done and then we can forget it and go on with ourlives. Don't say a word. 30pm before I received the first message from my wife. As per usual her Mum had taken it too the extreme and was completely wasted. By 12.30 they were in a taxi on the way home to ours. Just what I needed, a drunken MIL getting in the way.So basically for as long as we have been together our sex life has been great, no complaints. But as soon as my wife gets out for the evening, no natter how many drinks she has or doesn’t have she turns into the biggest slut you’ve ever seen. She has no limits. I like this look very much,” he said, at last.She breathed a sigh of relief at his words. For him to compliment her like that was worth all the effort she had put into it. “Thank you, Sir. I was praying that you would like how I looked.”“I like your makeup at least. As for the rest… that is an awfully warm coat for this time of year isn’t it slut? Are you cold?” he said with a smirk of knowledge on his face. She knew that he suspected something was up.“Well I did bring a surprise with me, would. ”As she spoke these words, she was fondling her breasts with one hand while the other deftly rubbed the crotch of her panties. “Please tell me that you aren’t mad at me,” she pleaded. “I need more. I desperately need so much more.”“Relax, Surbhi,” I consoled her. “I’ve probably wanted this longer than you. I know that I masturbate more than you and you have been my favorite fantasy for what seems like an eternity.” Having said that, I reach between my legs and began to lightly stroke my cock as.