Melissa is not some prostitute for you to pimp out. Ty turned to my wife, ignoring my outburst, What do you think whore, you ok with me letting Marcus...here use your daughter for a weekend? If you think she needs it to become a better slave for you Master, then I approve. My wifes words were like a punch to the gut. She was taking his side over me and our daughter. Ty started releasing Mel from the bindings of the saw horse, And you slut? Ill fuck and serve anyone you command me to Master. They moved more slowly this time, kissing as they moved positions. “Put him on his back.” Britta said. “On the bed.” They pulled me onto the bed. I was laying on my restrained arms with my head hanging off the side. Carly moved into position and was soon pleasuring herself with my gag reflex. “I need to bottom out in you while I still have the energy.” Britta growled at me, pulling my legs into the air. She pressed into me and bent my knees to my chest. She wasn’t fucking, she was just. So I figured she'd be home around one AM. Well at two thirty I was worried , then I heard the garage door going up and I saw her headlights. I went to the kitchen door to meet her. She came in looking exhausted, her hair was a mess and she wasn't wearing her pantyhose andcwas carrying her shoes. Baby where is your hose I asked? She said in my purse. She went to the den and sat her shoes and purse down on the coffee table. She flopped down on the couch and let her legs fall apart. She said I'm. She laughed. “The guy adored me in high school and he obviously still adores me now. Besides, ten years has shaped him out nicely. He’s good looking and he has his own business. Money, good looks, and I will bet you anything he’s got to be good in bed.” “Mom, please!” I said trying to sound more annoyed by the thought of her telling me how much she wanted to fuck him now. Really, I was seething with anger. The bastard thought he could fuck me and my mother? I would just see about it. “Oh,.