I mean she walks around in skin tight jeans that cover her strong legs from horse back riding and usually flanel checkered shirts that she never butto...s up all the way and never wears a bra. I mean what teenager wouldn't get aroused by that with the added satisfaction of taboo. I found myself more and more examining my mom. When she did the dishes I would sit at the table and just stare at her ass or when she went horseback riding I would watch as her beautiful round breasts would bounce with. ”I drew back my cock and slammed in again. The whore shuddered beneath me. “The pain ends when you submit,” I growled fucking her hard and fast. “Then you get pleasure.”“So much pleasure,” Milly moaned, her hips writhing. “Oh, yes! Just submit, Wendy. Submit to your Gods.”“Not...Gods...” Wendy howled, ripping her face from Emi's pussy. “Just a stupid Warlock like me!”Milly's whip cracked on Wendy's back, painting a line of red. The whore's ass tightened on my cock. I shuddered as Emi yanked. Then, right on cue, at 9 o’clock – I saw the green light of the video phone – I had put the ringer on silent. John hadn’t noticed – he was too busy fucking me – I pressed to answer and record, and then lay back again. I pretended to have my eyes closed, but I could see enough - there was Andrew on the screen, larger than life – at first he looked confused – on the in-picture-image, I could see what he was seeing. He was seeing a naked stranger buried between the legs of his naked and smiling. " That's ridiculous," he said. I'd set him up in a nice penthouseoverlooking the park."And you weren't always a millionaire investor. I made you that way."I could see his face get tight. He wanted to say something but didn't."Prove it," he said."Well, I'm going to make more changes, and frankly, you won't even knowthey occurred. That's the problem with bending reality, I guess." C'mon, Randy, throw me a bone here." Okay, let's make a bet. I'll bet that in the next six days you'll suckmy.