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She smiled wickedly."Yes."

"Don't worry,you'll get thehang of it;sooner or later."

I pursed mylips on herclit and frenchedit lovingly. Thenin an effortto provoke Linda,I sucked itback and forthfirmly through mylips. The suctioningaction caused herhips to gyrateand her thighsclosed around myhead.

I don'twant to soundstuffy, and Ihate the thoughtof being stereotypedas some humorlesskill-joy, but I'mgoing to sayit anyway. Asa professional womanin my mid-thirties,and - yes,I admit it- a card-carryingfeminist at that,my attitude towardpornography would probablysurprise no-one. Idespise and rejectthe devaluing ofwomen in anyform, but portrayingfemales as empty-headeddecorative playthings fitonly for baby-makingis guaranteed todrive me intoa cold fury.So maybe youcan imagine myreaction when Icame home earlythe other dayand found mylawyer husband mesmerizedby his computer,staring at ascreen-full of graphicdepictions of buxomnude women positivelyoozing sexuality andjust panting toget laid.

'I'mgoing to tellyou about thenext two levels,'I replied. 'Thefirst one couldbe the easiestof all thelevels; the secondmay be harderto arrange.'

Midafternoon came, findingme sitting –still not allthat comfortably, ina chair inthe sunroom, desultorilyreading a novelfrom my aunt'sconsiderable collection ofbooks. I wasa little surprisedwhen I heardher calling forme. I gotup slowly, andheaded in thedirection of thesound.

What. Shewould make itup to him.I seethed tothe boiling point.Why soul sheowe him anything?

We bothslept in thenext day andwhen I gotup I couldsmell Maura cookingbacon. When sheheard me stumblingto the bathroomshe called outthat she wascooking breakfast forus and askedhow I wantedmy eggs. Pleasantlysurprised by thisturn of eventsI told herI wanted acheese omelet. Wehad breakfast togetherand the talkwas light withno mention ofthe night beforecoming from eitherof us.

"Notto mention thathe's been shoppingaround," Quinn added,walking towards therefrigerator.

"Oh!….Yes!…..Fuck mommy!"Betty encouraged herson as shewas stretched open.Her cunt madewet sucking noisesaround her son'scock and theroom filled withthe sound ofslapping flesh.

Myclit was throbbingand my nippleswere so hardit hurt. Iwanted desperately tocum, but Icouldn't stop thinkingof Maggy. Itried to thinkabout something elsesexy. I eventried thinking aboutjust Jennifer, butMaggy always endedup finding away in there.Finally, I gavein and startedfingering myself. Isent my fingersflying over myclit, trying toget this overas fast asI could andget Maggy outof my mind.Soon I hadmasturbated myself toone of themost explosive orgasmsI'd ever givenmyself. Panting andpurring, I finallygot to sleep.

In the shower,Sandy told herstory. I camewithin the firstfew minutes andthen took mytime fucking heras she toldme of herday. Since ourhouse is newand we hada good workingrelationship with thebuilders, we've beencalling them tocome out anddo some touchups even thoughthe house isout of warranty.Sandy made acall this morning,and was giventhe name ofone of thesubcontractors that workedon our house.We had asmall crack overthe fireplace andwanted it repairedbefore it causedany problems withcarbon monoxide. Aftermaking the call,Sandy got dressedin shorts anda tank topand was preparingto enjoy theday gardening.

"I promise," shesaid in alow shy voice.

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"Now,that is agreat idea, too.I think thatthe two ofus will havea LOT offun using thatbitch for ourown profit," Allansmirked.

Fromsomewhere behind me,a man's voicesaid, "Down onyour hands andknees. Ass inthe air. Leteverybody say 'hello'."

They stopped usin front ofthe stage andunhooked the chainsthat had connectedour collars. Ifelt hands graspmy arms andplace me upin front ofa large frame.From each lowercorner there wasan iron cuffconnected by ashort chain. Theslave manacles weretaken off ofmy ankles andwhen I realizedthat they intendedto chain meto the frameI panicked andkicked out. Quicklymy legs weregrasped by severalof the menas they easilyspread my legsand cuffed themto the corners.

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Mymother played withmy cock andat the sametime she fingeredher own sexlazily. Once againthe sight ofher wedding bandgleaming on herfinger as shepulled at myshaft spurred meon making melust after mywanton slut ofa mother. Thesheer depravity ofhaving my ownmother tugging mypenis caused meto feel wickedbeyond description. Ilooked over ather as shepleasured us both,her blonde hair,normally so neatand tidy, wastousled and againher face wascontorted into agrimace of ecstaticagony.

Andy exhaledaudibly as hisfingers made contactwith the smooth,hardness of Jason'scock. Moving hisfinger tips upand down theshaft he followedthe thick veinsto the headand back again.