..come on in!" they both slurred at me as I came into the room. Stephen poured me a large glass of whiskey and then took a big sip from his own glass....Emily was drinking champagne straight from the bottle. They started to dance around me in a drunken grind, with Emily dr****g her arms over my shoulders. "Steeeephen...go turn on the hot tub. I wanna get wet."Stephen leered at her and then stumbled up the stairs. While he was gone, Emily pressed herself against me, dancing slower and slower until. " He hissed in her ear, throwing her back onto her knees. He hunced over her, forcing his cock back into her ass and kept fucking her. "You fucking fat, ugly bitch..." He groaned, knowing how concious she was about her weight. He laughed as fresh tears coursed down her face, her chest heaving with sobs. "People only fuck you because you're easy! You think you're beautiful? You look like fucking TRAILER TRASH!" He forced her face against the concrete again, grinding it hard against. He realized. .with the lastounce of my strength, I looped the reins around the saddle horn andquickly crossed the remainder behind my back, then tightly again to thesaddle horn. This effort effectively tied me to the saddle, hopefullyaiding me in my escape.A slow black swirl began spiraling before my eyes, and I became verywarm as sweat beaded upon my upper lip. I glanced down at my shoulder;blood had begun to seep into the yellow material of the dress top. Frommy angle, I could see the blackened hole from. I could see his cock bulging in her throat.That’s how deep he went. He keeps it there for about 10 seconds, and my mom’s face turns red from the lack of oxygen. He finally pulls his cock out, giving my mom a sigh of relief. My mom starts to cough and lifts herself. Her saliva is dripping from her chin as she catches her breath back.She looks at Mr Kay, still gasping for air and starts to laugh.Mom, “You fucker, my throat hurts”Mr Kay, “Haha, a lot more is going to hurt yet, slut.”Mr Kay walks.