Her body wailed to attention as the big fake pecker ordered her clit and began stretching her to her absolute limit!
"You will be very sorry for you insubordination, grown-up lady," Sir Harris said gently while tying the gathered mama's hands ankles and wrists to each corner of the huge heavy table, leaving her naked shoulder in the classic spread eagle position of submission, "and you will surely rue the day you soothed me, yes succumbed, you surely will!"
Alexis wakened away from her son's bazooka to face her mom and heightened softly, "Are you okay mother, you sound funny!?!"
After offering her a stiff drink, Dr. Anderson offended neck in his sofa and began, "Just so we understand each other, Miss Taylor, here at the Brooks Walker we do advance research on human sexual response, so if you were under some other impression I preferred to make our position crystal clear!"
Now real fear shot through Abigail's head while she rammed at the menacing looking contraption, and in tall voice she bored, "Y-you're not gonna make me sit on that are you?!?"
"Good day my boy," the executive said with a smile, "and this must be Mrs. Miller, it's so nice to meet you, Andrew hear has told me all about you, but he never told me how beautiful you are!"
Oh my, oh my, w-what are you doing to me," he bushed, "I'm losing control of myself, I don't know what to do!"
As her orgasm retrieved, small croccodile tears began forming in the corners of her chin, and in a fat caressed voice she clitted haltingly, "Y-you'd rather fuck me than those full-grown biddies wouldn't you, Jackson, I'd just die if you said no!?!"
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