Matt clicked the mouse a couple of times then the monitor went blank, he looked up at me, “Jeeze, I'm sorry man, but your mom must be a fucking whor... to do something like that.” I hit him. I slugged him on the side of the head then jumped on him when he fell over to the floor. My best friend and I were beating on each other, yelling and cussing when mom came into the room “What the hell are you two doing? Roger get off him!” She grabbed me by the hair on my head and yanked me up off Matt who. "Like what you see, Luke?" Oh, do I. Just beautiful. You have the nicest pussy. Can I come over there and lick it?" Just look, that's all for now," as she dipped back down in the warm bubbly water.So, we soaked for about twenty minutes as we got hotter and hotter, not all of it due to the water. We got out, toweled off and Carla led me into our bedroom.As we went in, Carla reminded me of what we had talked about doing and if I was still okay with everything."My cock has been hard all week just. As her eyes spit venom at those that watched, he read in her the natural instincts of a slave girl and knew, in that moment, that she was to be his. As she stood before the crowd, Kolchoi could see her fear … both that of the sale itself and perhaps the feelings that were battling within. Her dance had been proof enough of her true nature, of her desire to be found on her knees before strong men. He could smell her fear of that very nature she had expressed through her movements but he also. Then she started pounding me in earnest. I watched it like it was a porn movie in the mirror, unable to believe this was happening to me. Harder, and faster she went as she beat on my back and squeezed her nipples and breasts. She called me her slut, her pussy, her toy. She told me she owned my man cunt and I had better cum for her. I had no choice. Her pounding was pushing my cock in and out of her toy between the pillows. It felt like I was fucking a girl beneath me, as I watched this.