I took a breath. "I'd like you to sit on my face. Properly sit. Crush me to the bed and own me."Blood surged into my cock in Anna's grasp and she cooe.... "Did you hear that, Zoe? My husband wants to be dominated." She reached out to smooth a lock of hair behind Zoe's ear, the crop dangling from her wrist by its strap, and traced fingertips down her neck and shoulder. I watched the raven-haired beauty shudder as my wife's fingers worked their way to her midriff, then lower to cup her snatch. Zoe. ‘That’s it? You slept with your stepmom because she’s hot and you didn’t get on with your Dad?’Well, kind of. But if she was your stepmom, you would have tried to bang her too. And if you think that’s bad, I haven’t even told you the worst part yet. Trust me, I don’t try and fool myself. I’m under no illusions. What happened that summer’s afternoon will stay with me for the rest of my days.But, there is one other thing I haven’t mentioned. The spectacular, earth-shattering sex. Mom. Judging from my school-life, the world is full of assholes and I'd ordinarily do what I always did: avoid them. But this case was very different. Bush headed the Government that had kidnapped me and would've experimented me to death, and I'd heard over a dozen legal experts on various channels saying, "The DHS's and CIA's treatment of Mark Anderson was illegal." I couldn't pin my mistreatment on Bush, but I could prove he was lying about the illegal biochem lab, so I'd make sure some of that. I licked up as much as I could while he held his cell phone up to film my actions and I posed for him, acting slutty while I ate his sperm. He had loved it and I had too, as I continued to work his shaft with my hand and lips until he was hard again. He didn’t seem to mind my preggo belly as I laid back and spread my legs to guide him into my slippery gash. My pussy had been longing for a good fucking for at least a day and he pumped me good and hard until I came once or twice before spunking.