" Maybe your husband is watching right now," Mark whispered. "Watching you from a window. How do you think he'd feel, knowing his wife is being such a...slut for me." Don't say that," Anastasia pleaded. "He'd hate me."Mark was fucking me faster, my breasts were rubbing against the painted wood of my door. Every thrust of his dick felt better than the last, rubbing wickedly against my sensitive walls. I heard my self yowling like a cat in heat getting mounted by a tomcat. I started pushing back. When I stepped out of the shower the Bishop was there with a towel and dried me off, giving my cock and balls with one hand and drying my butt and ass crack with the other. I saw right away that all 4 of them had removed their robes and had very hard throbbing uncut cocks. The Bishop had the biggest cock 8.5" with a very slim cock & a small helmet cock head-the others each had 6" or a bit more all small helmet cock heads and all their cocks were uncut. Now I have to say I was very turned on. She was restrained at her wrists and ankles, but couldn't see how due to the thick, glistening liquid that was rising ever closer to her mouth. The face of a beautiful woman came into view through a thick glass porthole that Megan hadn't noticed in her panic. "HELP ME"!!! Megan screamed, thrashing futilely against her submerged restraints. The voyeur wasn't interested in helping, as made plain by her licking her plump, red lips. Megan could read the lust on her face even with the current. She felt happy for the love her son was having for her. But she also felt nervous about the lust that was building inside him. She did a quick google search and found out that it was common for sons to lust on their moms. It would normally vanish away in a few years.That got her relieved and happy. But she wondered about the compliments that her son had withdrawn from texting her. She wanted to know what those comments were that he thought would be taken badly by her. She then decided to visit.