Finally the door swung open and Marcy was face to face with her tormentoragain. John looked as if he had just woken up. What remained of the hairon hi... head was a mess. He still looked somewhat sleep groggy and thefaded black bathrobe wasn't all that flattering either. Marcy wantednothing more than to enter and be out of view though, but as John didn'tmove out of the door way she couldn't. He just looked down on her andsmirked as she nervously shifted on her heels.Marcy couldn't believe John. The unspoken rule of ignoring erections was in effect but she had to climb over the stiff cock to find a comfortable position, nestled against her son’s chest. She pretended to yawn then melted in his arms, sinking her butt down until her vulva pinched the submerged base of the big stick tight in her thigh gap.Damien didn’t intend on making things lewd, but the simple act of hugging his mom so she wouldn’t get cold led to the inevitable squishing of her jogging partners under his arms. He hoped. She was not a slave in any true sense. In fact, her services were not wanted. She had come begging, pathetic in a way not thought possible to the man before. For months he had denied her. He was an extreme man who used women roughly. The most experienced in pain and degradation rarely lasted a week with him. He was unsatisfied.She came begging to be used, if even just the once. She would not say no and would never leave, she swore to him. He had grown tired and promised her that he would let. Pete could see the crack of her ass through the thin material. He stood there mesmerized by the erogenous sight of her sexy figure. As she wiped the table top, her hips swayed rhythmically from side to side and he got a long, arousing look at her shapely thighs and lace panties. He could feel his cock stiffen and push impatiently against the front of his jeans. He looked over at John who was also watching Millie. He could see the thick coil of his cock pushing against the front of his jeans as.