They switched places, and she sat back on the couch, spreading herself, and he moved between her legs. Climbing on top, he slipped his cock inside her... feeling her wet sheath grip him, soaking and welcoming as she groaned. He held himself up on his arms, looking down into her beautiful face as he stroked inside her. "You like my cock fucking you," he told her, and she nodded. "Your pussy is so wet for me," he added. "I love fucking you." Me, too," she affirmed. "It's so wet," he told her. "Are. And just so you don’t get confused I will always just be called Mistress, because I’m the one who controls your fate. With that she grabbed me by the ear and squeezed then pulled me into the house, which hurt more than I expected. As I was pulled through the door I was lucky enough to see that all 4 of her daughter’s were there along with 1 other that I didn’t know, she was closer to Mistress’s age and not very attractive but not ugly either. The daughters ranged from 21-30. The oldest. "If it's me, a guy is going to wait about five minutes, and then he's going to blow out of here. For her, you're going to sit there for at least forty minutes before she comes back to tell you that she's forgotten something else." "You're probably right about Laurie forgetting something," Chuck said. The "V" in Robin's robe was wide open and he figured that any second he would be able to see her nipples. He crossed his legs, putting his ankle on his knee, so that she wouldn't see his quickly. Maybe someday you’ll be able to justify to yourselves why my family should have to suffer because of that bitch’s actions!’ He’d stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. As he’d struggled with his rage, he’d barely heard Mr. Olsen ask him to give them a couple of days to talk about it. Zach had considered leaving them a copy of Bree’s DVD and making sure they knew all about her abortion and the questionable fathers of both pregnancies, but decided against it. He didn’t care if.