” Could he have made it any easier?I opened the folder and found it littered with sub-folders, each named for a different woman. It seemed that Marc...l was meticulous and well-organized. I took a USB thumb drive off my keychain and inserted it into an open slot on the front of his computer and dragged a copy of the folder onto it.As I scanned down the list, my heart stopped when I saw a folder named Jude. I opened it. It was filled with a mix of still photographs and video clips. I set the. His eyes pierce into her as if he were searching the depths of her soul. She tries to pull his hand from her face, not believing that this man can have such anger in him. But she has no actual control, she never has. Her words are useless. He has the greater strength.“I do as I wish,” he says. His voice is calm and in control, just above a whisper, yet very firm. “I have lived this way for a long time, and you either need to accept this or get the fuck out of it.” It is in this moment that she. She was really into it, showing off for the crowd of men around her, using her mouth like a Hoover, and making every one of us men stiffer than flagpoles.Someone called out for her to use the vibrator on her pussy, and she obediently turned the toy to her snatch, moaning as it teased her swollen lips and touched her clit. I heard a few of us men groan as she toyed with her slit, and I knew that it wouldn't be long until we all started to cover this brazen slut with cream.Mark was the first to. I suspected that Mom and daughter had played this game before. And as I shielded Maddy from her Mom's gaze, Maddy took advantage and hooked her pinky around my cock. As my erection veered slightly to the left, it was already on her side and nearly peeking out of my shorts. I had all I could do to maintain my composure, and Mom slid her hand up and touched her pinky finger to the underside of my shorts. Meanwhile, Maddy had now hooked 3 fingers around my shaft, and was slowing stroking it. I was.