It appeared that they might be related because the girl looked like a younger version of the first. The woman on her knees was obvious bursting with h...alth and most defenantly was in her prime, but the younger one looked a little skinny, and I didn’t think that she would reach her “sister’s” potential unless she started to eat more. The young girl made a signal and a man rushed into the ring with sawhorses and a sheet of plywood and quickly set hem up beside of the lewd. "Are you a dirty girl?" he snarls, reaching around with one hand to maul my tits and pinch my nipples.I can do nothing but nod, the power of speech reduced to mere groans as his cock continues to plunder my insides throughout my orgasm."I bet you are. Underneath that prim shell, I bet you're a filthy fucking girl. A real dirty slut."He yanks his cock out and the next thing I feel besides the continued swells of release are his hands spreading my arse cheeks. I jump as he buries his tongue in my. As I stood there watching the coffee brew, my cock was starting to stir, just thinking about last nights activities. Then the front door opened and in walked Mike. He just worked a 12 hour shift and kind of looked it. The coffee was just finished and I asked if he wanted a cup. He said, oh god yes. As we stood there and drank he asked how the evening went, so I told him pretty much a blow by blow account.When I finished he said, fuck, wish I was there to help out. I laughed and said, there is. She would be returning from her run and I couldn't face her. I don't know if I would scream or cry or what, but I couldn't do it. I had to get out.I ended up at a diner, nursing a cup of coffee and my growing anger. I wanted to hurt her. Maybe she would come home to find all of her things in the front yard. Maybe I would send a screencap from that video to her whole family. I think what I really wanted was to show her that I had found out. Her lies hadn't worked.I would get her back soon, but.