Very wrong.Trisha reeked of alcohol, she was dressed like a street whore, and her breasts had somehow more than doubled in size. Julia would have susp...cted surgery, but that morning when Trisha had given her a lift to the community college she attended, everything had been normal ... and she knew that at least a few days' recovery was needed after implants."Mom?" she'd asked, and when Trisha had turned to face her, recoiled in shock. It was as if she'd gotten into a car with a stranger - her. The look on her face made it clear she knew exactly what we were doing, the only question was, what the fuck should I do now??? ...................................Mom and I had been so caught up in satisfying our lustful urges that, while we knew things would change when Bec arrived home, we hadn’t discussed this or come up with a plan that would allow us to continue fucking once Bec returned from camp. The one thing I knew was that I didn’t want our games to stop!Bec was literally rooted to. I kept sucking his cock for a few minutes. He pulled out of my mouth and helped me back up on my feet and began stick his tongue in my mouth. His hand grabbed mine and placed it on his dick. I stroked him while we made out. He pulled back for a moment. You're a little slut aren't you?I let out a giggle and with my hand still on his cock I led him into my bedroom. He had stepped out of his shorts at the door and was completely naked. I told him to lay on the bed. I stood at the foot of my bed. There was one other thing working for him as well. He was a very dominant person. He is one of those people that always seem to be in charge, and always the center of attention.Here is where I need to mention one of my favorite fantasies. Not even my husband knows about it. I suppose one of the reasons that I objected so strenuously to being auctioned off was that my most erotic fantasy is that I am totally under the control of a man like Glenn, someone who is strong and, not to put too fine a.