Even when hopping mad, I had never heard Chris speak like that before. He had an ominous quietness to his voice, but that somehow gave his voice that much more power. Without another word, he grabbed me by the arm and dragged a petrified me up the stairs and practically threw me into one of the kitchen chairs. I was too shocked to move, let alone say anything. Chris didn’t have that problem. As soon as I was thrown into the chair, facing one side of the kitchen table, he walked to the other side, faced me, and slammed his hands down onto the table. “Is this where I ask you for an explanation as to what the fuck you were doing?” he began. “Or is that giving you too much credit? I wouldn’t even be sure where the lies begin and end with you. When I said that I thought you knew how to make good decisions, you should have saved me the time and just told me you’re this much of a shitstain.” I was still too blowjob shocked to make coherent sentences. “S-so you… you knew-” “I didn’t know anything.” Chris spat out with ferocity and a sex volume just loud enough to make me worried he would wake someone. “Why the fuck would I suspect my own fucking housemate would try to rape his own best friend - my God, Aaron, his own childhood friend - in her sleep?!” Even before, when he caught me, I was clinging to some kind of hope that mother maybe he got the wrong impression. That wall of security came crumbling down when Chris said those words. After he finished, he just stared at me. I finally asked, “What is it you want me to say?” Chris shook his head in disgust. “What do I want you to say? I want to know what the fuck is going on here. I want to know what the fuck is going mom on here. And don’t you fucking dare lie again.” He raised a finger at me in accusation. “One more tits lie, and I’m going to make your waking life a living hell. Don’t doubt me, don’t test me. I want to know fucking everything.” I sighed, and eyed the floor, beginning to cry. I didn’t know how to fucking begin. My lips were numb, my heart felt like it was encased in ice and yet simultaneously on fire. My life was over, I could just feel it. My eighteen-year-old daughter... I shuffled over to my mothers outstretched hand and placed a slimy glass of cum in it. "Yeah, that's great," sex Susie calmly replied, rolling her eyes upward and gently shaking her head, as she was trying her best to pretend that she was fairly bored and underwhelmed by Trish's excited comments. “No, not here,” she said. She loved watching boys writhe under electro-treatment. Yes, I have often been told I’m exceptionally beautiful, and Gara and I both inherited our mother’s long legs and full protruding front. Damn, this podium is a beautiful piece of fucking furniture. She lay there motionless for 10 minutes or more, slowly regaining the strength that I had taken from her body. She whimpers as my cock reaches the depths Splitting my attention to timing my kegel to Mike and pleasing Lori and Paul is a lot of work, but, I see why Sir wants me to learn the control. I looked over to daddy and saw that he was smiling. She said she was horny as hell but wanted to take a shower and wash her pussy and butt. Loud voices called out suddenly from the mother dim shadows. She fell into my arms, her smile brighter than the sun. Would she be angry? “Cool, see you in a bit then, squirt.” Nicole tossed behind her as she left. Her nipples were dark shadows, and the flesh of her hips and thighs darkened the fabric as the cloth hugged her curves. She took my rage easily into her compassionate throat, then held me deeply when I unloaded into tits her. Raneeta’s hand was on my mom crotch now, caressing my erection. She was tensing up and wincing a little, so I stopped and told her to relax. “You can pick through things later,” he said. But if he left, they would fuck her stupid again. “OK.” Unlike Becky and Liz I had my man and didn’t want to sample loads of cocks that night. What do you think, Dog?” “So what where you playing at?” “Because I'll always be your sex slave, Master. blowjob