She would be living like a queen and I'd have to continue working like a slave to pay for her lavish lifestyle. Effectively, she would be rewarded for...mistreating me and ruining me and our marriage.Killing her would solve the problem, but it would potentially create many more problems. Getting caught, for example. But aside from that, I'm just not the killer type. There had to be another answer.That's how I came to be enjoying the sight of Lisa sipping her coffee late on a Sunday morning. She. I looked over every inch of her body. I couldn’t wait to get to my room and jerk off, but this was too good to miss. Danielle looked at me.“This is what happens if you disobey me, Jason. I am your mother this month, and you will do as I say. Alice did not and she suffered because of it. I do not want to do the same to you.” Danielle stood up and gave Alice a hug. Alice cried softly into her shoulder. Danielle rubbed her back.“Do you want a treat? Does mommy’s good little girl want a treat after. It felt good when some on touched them. It was also fun playing with them. Sometimes we used to play with each other's boobs and lightly touch them or say fondle them.We had a number of boys too in the class; Some of them were strong virile young men whose blood was hot and the cocks ever ready to get stiff and hard. Two of them used to be friendly with us and whenever time permits -- they used to come to us, talk to us, insist on moving with us. They were good boys and we liked them as it. I could see her ribs standing out and her breasts heaving with each thrust. Her whole body would bounce as he pounded her pussy relentlessly. Barbie was still screaming into her pillow and I was sure he was killing her until I saw her hands leave the pillow and wrap around the cushion of the couch as she clawed for a grip. The pillow fell off her face and I could see now she was in the throes of orgasm. He neck arched back and her veins stood out hard again and she was making guttural noises I.