He had been humiliated when the guys had handed him the tape, and he really wanted to make his mother feel like the slut she was. He wanted to make he... feel humiliated, to really make her suffer for bringing shame on the family and their reputation. He would show his father the tape, but he might make his Mom suffer for a few days, to see her grovel, a dog bitch who had been banished to its kennel!"I don't know Mom. Right now, at this very moment I still intend to pass the tape to Dad when he. Instead, you look into those eyes, glistening with feigned love and know she is holding on to you, tricking you into believing she's saving you from your inevitable descent into pitch-blackness. Yet you know she is taking advantage of her position of power over your demise, wielding it to hurt you as she sees fit.Following her into her bedroom like a puppet unable to cut its strings—a fish caught on a line—her scent, the smell of her room fill your nostrils, wringing your heart with each flash. I felt like my pussy turned inside out each time he pulled out. Shortly I was slick enough and he really started fucking me hard. Each time a full stroke, so deep inside me, stretching me like I’d never had a man before. As he thrust into me, I looked around quickly, and found out my husbands clients were sitting and standing around the bed watching. They all wanted to watch me fuck. Four more just like my husband. Wanting to watch a woman thrusting her hips and breathing heavily fucking like a. "#1: After a dozen semi-coherently answered questions, I was able to work out that Carol was upset because she thought she'd failed the backrub test by getting rather spectacularly distracted.As soon as I managed put that together I said, "You had two jobs here tonight, Carol: to give me a backrub and to make me happy. When you walked into the room I twiddled your nipples so much you had to sit on the floor for a couple of minutes. That delayed my massage, but I did it because I enjoyed it so.