Brita's heart sank, there standing before her was a large grey haired woman in a long black dress, who closely resembled her late grandmother, a redou...table woman whose word had been law. When grandmother, and it was never shortened, said jump, and it might have been phrased as a request, but it always sounded like an order, you jumped. The only possible question would have been how high, but that was never necessary because grandmother would have specified the distance to the centimetre and. It's not correct and you’re the naughty one!" A soft laugh emerges. "Oh Angie, don't think you’re little miss innocent. Do you remember sucking me off in the cupboard, hearing people walk past as I filled your mouth with cum? Or even that time I fingered your pussy and had to cover your mouth to stop you moaning so loud in pleasure?" I feel my face redden the more you talk and my free hand covers as much as my face as possible to hide my embarrassment. "Matthew, will you please stop. Someone. I crept out of bed and slowly turned the handle on the door with trembling hands before pulling it open inch by inch to make sure it didn’t make a sound. My cock was dripping as I tip-toed down the hallway towards the living room. As I got closer I could hear the faint sound of their voices, but couldn’t hear any actual words. When I got to the door, I realised that what I could hear was Natasha moaning with pleasure.I stood there for a few minutes listening to her pleasure and knew I needed to. When Lacey was done, she slapped Scarlette again. Scarlette was now lying face up on the bed completely worn out.Steele came over and grabbed Scarlette by the hair, rolling her over onto her belly so she was laying with her head pulled back hard. He spanked her then pushed her face down onto the towel which was still on the bed.Steele: “Stay down, bitch.”Scarlette was lying face down, her legs spread slightly, the butt plug and chastity beginning to make her ache, two types of cum smeared.