She felt his large hand on her back, pushing, and Marge leaned forward, sliding onto her forearms. She looked behind her. He stooped, reaching for the...hem of her long flowing dress, and then he lifted it slowly and flipped it onto her back.The preacher's wife was humiliated bent over like that. But it was nothing like the shame she felt when he dragged her white cotton panties down her legs. She couldn't look, but knew he was staring up at her pussy while she lifted one foot at a time to step. You're too-- pretty and young to be motherly."She laughed in her throat, growing more certain of her prey, feeling catlike and female. "Oh, I don't know. Sometimes being a mother is a good thing-- a real good thing. You have no idea how thrilling it can be. Linda knows now, but you don't; not yet, Glenn."He sounded puzzled. "Betty, I don't know what in hell you're talking about. Linda's not pregnant, is she?"No," she answered. "What I mean is this: you don't have to eye any secretaries, Glenn.. "Show my friends how much you need my cock in your mouth. Show them that your only concern is trying to please your Master. Now get on my cock with your faggot mouth boy. Show them or else," he says leaving no doubt the seriousness of his instructions.I have to do it. He is making me do it. But why do I want to do it. Why do I want to lick up that drop on his cock. My mouth moves forward and my tongue reaches out and licks the precum from your piss slit. I bring my tongue back and taste it, it. He was winning.I dropped my right hand into his lap and felt his cock was already stiff. I traced it over his pants and worked it in my hand. Christian put the car in park and unbuckled his seat belt. Bruce started to fuss a little bit in the back seat but that had little effect on what was happening in the front.I broke the kiss and asked, "Do you wanna fuck me?" You know I do," he said and pulled me back in. We kissed for a few more moments and he asked, "Can we go back to your place?"I.