Im shaking so badly I can hardly move. Then his hand is around my throat as he forcefully turns me to face him. You were warned. Now I have to punish...you. Dragging me by my hair, and me kicking and begging him not to hurt me, he leads me into the living room. Rips my t-shirt off of me and bends me over the coffee table. Straddling my back he ties each one of my hands to a leg of the table. You have forced me to do this. If you would have just stayed where I put you we could have had some more. .to make you...hmmm...a part of out family now." Grossa grunted and gasped as Leaf stimulated Grossa's hardness. "Prepare your father my son. " Mister Grossa said to my son. I looked at Bryan, who was smiling up at me with a wide smile. He was holding my hard cock in one hand and slowly lowered his mouth onto it. I then felt my youngest son start to finger my asshole with his boyish nine-year-old digits. I felt his wet lube covered fingers press against my hole, then slide easily into my. I quickly got up and headed to the bathroom, and locked the door. As I desperately fished out my throbbing cock as I noticed a pair of Barb's blue satin panties on the top of her hamper. I quickly snatched them up and held them to my nose, inhaling her scent. With no time to really enjoy the experience, I wrapped her panties around my hardness and furiously stroked my already leaking hardness. Leaning back against the door, I imagined Barb's beautiful red lips engulfing my cock as she played. I smiled and opened the door. I smacked Mrs. Armstrong’s rump as she passed, her brown skirt molding to her ass for a second. I could feel she didn’t have any underwear underneath. She wasn’t allowed to wear any undergarments.The moment she was inside, her fingers went to the buttons of her dress. She worked them down, popping the buttons through the eyelets. She bit her lower lip as she exposed more and more of her round breasts. They were the same size as her daughter’s, but softer.Would.