I could not ascertain why, but I was in serious pain. I have no idea how long I sat there like that, but it was certainly measured in increments of h...urs.Finally I heard daddy coming in the apartment. It was obvious that he was not alone.As they came in they made their way to the sofa. Someone turned on the tv, then I heard the familiar sounds of pornographic moaning coming from the direction of the tv. At the same time, someone was rummaging around in the fridge, presumably getting beers. . For $500 a month, I didn’t need remarkable.We went to my room; thankfully, I kept it clean enough. I started to strip. I saw him having problems with his buttons. After I got naked, I kneeled and helped him. He got his shirt off, I got his pants off. I stayed down long enough for him to think I was going to blow him, but I didn’t.I got on my bed and said, “No kissing, just a fuck. No oral, just a fuck. Go ahead, as soon as you are hard enough. I also don’t like wimpy fucks. I want you to ram me. She pulled open the door and her mom ran to the door, “Oh my God Devin!” She ran up and clutched her tight, nails gripping into her shoulders, “Devin, Oh my God, where in the name of ever loving hell were you? What happened?”She looked down, too overwhelmed to speak.“Devin, tell me right now, where were you? And why didn’t you call, I’ve been calling and calling and nothing, no messages, no text, I called the police, Jesus, where were you?”“Oh, my phone died.”“What? Your - your phone died? What. "Not that."Your hand moves of its own volition, overruled by your cunt. The liner soon finds its way to your nose. You try to hold your breath, but eventually you are forced to inhale the musky scent her arousal.Your fingers speed, fucking her, faster and faster. It's loud, and you wish you could quiet them - quite her.'This isn't me,' you think. 'I'm a housewife, not the sort of slut that does this. That makes these sorts of squishing and smacking noises.'Your fingers move to your clit and.