While Sarah and I had done this very same routine, or something similar, several times in the previous weeks, this time there was a difference; Sarah ...as restrained; tied to the bed. Lingering in my thoughts was the reality that I really could do anything I wanted and Sarah could do nothing about it. I know that her ass was sore from the anal sex the night before. Even so, I could fuck her in the ass if I wanted to. I know she liked some pain with her nipple play, but I could really make it. . Fuck me..My husband never plays with me like this.”I was getting angry at my mom. She was cheating my innocent father. This man came down and started licking my cheating mom’s pussy. She moaned, moaned, and was enjoying. Then she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking it.Finally, he entered her and they did for a few minutes and he then laid on her. That night, I was very sad and angry at my mother. But something was tickling in my pussy and it was wet. I was afraid too. I went to. But Rebecca Stein was not Rita Looker. It took her some time to find her true personality, although she tried many on for size before settling on who she really was. For a time, she emulated her on-screen persona. She was haughty and wore only the finest clothing. She always carried an expensive handbag and had the highest-end electronics for her site.For a while, she allowed Patrick to control much of what she did and a lot of how she viewed herself. Much like Shelly, Rebecca finally figured. My cheek stung where Chandra had struck me. I felt a deep anger rise inside of me. I don’t care who this woman is or how much money she’s got. I don’t let anyone get away with hitting me. Chandra was ready for a brawl. She stood squarely and waited for me. I launched myself at her. We wrestled furiously and fell on the carpeted floor of the archives room. For several minutes we traded insults as we fought. She had some dirty moves that woman. She grabbed my hair and yanked it while trying to.