“Well, if you want me to give you my cock, than I have to tie you up, Baby. Do you want to tell me why I have to tie you?” He asked his plaything....��Be-Because I’m only a toy, Daddy! I don’t deserve r-respect from my Da- oh!- my Daddy. I’m meant for his pleasure and use, noth- nothing else! Oh Daddy, please put your cum in my slave pussy, please. Use your- ah!- your whore’s cunt!” She cried out. Daddy had shocked her several times, fingers still rubbing her clit and dipping into her virgin pussy.. Ranjan: You bastard. How can you think of fucking your friend’s mom? Besides you are trying to blackmail me.Me: No…No…I’m not black mailing you.Ranjan: Then what the fuck is this?Me: Ranjan listen to me. From the day I saw you both, I developed the lust within me to touch and fuck aunty. Please help me. I’m not black mailing you. If that is the case I would talk to you in a different manner. But this is my request.Ranjan: How could I possibly do that? She is my mom and she will definitely kill. Jill and I were happy, and what had happened the other night represented no threat to Jill and me and what we had. I knew this in my heart, and the overheard conversation between Jill and Charlotte just served to confirm this. But fear’s a terrible master, and my heart was thumping and pounding as my mind conjured all manner of spine-chilling explanations for why Chris’s car was pulled up in our drive. For why Jill was home earlier than normal.My heart in my throat and my stomach churning away. Abby was so fucking adorable sitting with her legs akimbo, leaning forward enough for me to see down her shirt. Her breast were prescented to me by a violet bra that matched the notorious thong from the bathroom. "Um. I mean, it feels better now." I don't believe you! Show me! Prove it!" She said grabbing a pillow from the couch and threw it at me. I picked it up and threw it at back hitting her butt as she rolled off the ottoman. "Oh, it is ON!" Abby laughed as she scooped up the cushion and.