But it was bit difficult for them to watch them fucking with me around. someone will have to keep me busy. When all is done. karyn will come down and ...retend that she dont realize the entire gang knows she is fucking mark. i ask her how much she want that. she said. it is marks birthday and she wants to do it if i allow. i was bit concern about my reputation but i ask her how much she want to do it. from a scale of 1-10. she said 10. i kept quiet and i told her i agree. but i ask for some. Here hewas, she was, perfect in form--plump breasts, tiny waist, broadsloping hips, shiny legs and all--and why not dress her up? Whatwould she look like in a skirt? How about a big long prom dress?Or a wedding dress? Heels? What would denim shorts do to herlegs? There was cleavage to play with, outfits to sample--teeshirts and ponytails; midriff baring blouses, exposing her little"outy"; cocktail dresses; everything he'd ever seen a woman wearin the movies or at parties. *He* could now wear. I ended my bath and toweled myself harshly. Going to my room, I grabbed my cell phone from my purse. I had to charge it. Waiting for it to come back to life, I dithered over what I was going to say. Everything sounded either awkward or insane. I tapped "Anne" in my contacts and the phone came alive. My hand quivered."Hello?" Oh, Anne, it's Lainey. Have you studied Karate?" Lainey?" I gritted my teeth at her confusion. "What?" Oh, I-I'm having trouble with my boy-" Take him back to the nut. She lay face down and guided Peter's hand over her naked buttocks, 'Hit them she demanded', and Peter brought his hand down hard on her quivering flesh, the 'Crack' it made, reverberating of the four walls.'Good boy, again, but harder', she ordered, but Peter complained his hand hurt, so she told Peter to use his leather belt, and I stood on the other side of the door and watched my boyfriend lay into his mothers naked torso, buttocks, the backs of her thighs and back, welts rose and bled, then.