“Mishhhter Parker is my friend!”“You are not allowed to have male friends!” Rachel hissed, and slapped her daughter. But the slap that knocked...Gary Ross to the ground like a sack of bricks only reddened Becky’s cheek. “Men are only fit for slavery and insemination! Now move!” the doctor said, jabbing her finger into her daughter’s massive pectorals.“No mom,” Becky said. “I’m tired of you telling me what to do.”And with one swift motion, Becky Finklestein grabbed her mother by the arm and threw. After a while my wife emerges from the bedroom and she looks fantastic in her sheer stockings, black top, garter and spiked heels. The crease between her legs shines and her nipples are hard and erect over top of the bra as she walks in and sits on the couch.She's sitting on the couch watching a woman sucking on a well hung black man while her fingertips gently travel up and down between her legs. She's sitting so her legs are spread and I can see her teasing herself as she awaits Jerome.Ten. What I didnt know was that as she was bent over she had also picked up a lubed buttplug – the contents of the parcel she had brought. She lent back over to my ear and whispered that she was going to put the buttplug up my arse and that I was to be a good boy and take it. This sent my heart racing. My cock was throbbing and oozing precum by now. I was melting with desire. She f***ed me to spread my legs open and she took a good look at my arse hole. As she did so she bent forward, again showing. She was still kneeling and she felt the sand cling to her ass. She wanted to stay down but she had to raise herself to get them completely off and Louise's chant was getting louder. Finally she sucked in a deep breath and lifted herself to her haunches pulling the thin fabric down and over her feet."Very nice." Louise complimented her. "Not shaved, but tidy"."Have we stopped playing?" At least now Jo was in a position where she had literally nothing more to lose.Louise served again. Jo punched.