I know I
can fuck her in ten minutes. I think it
will look better on you.”
Judy stared at the collar with resignation as Joy held the collar for
John to inspect, saying, “She’s your whore, John. Xxnx You don’t understand what you’re doing. I’m going to be on top. I trust him implicitly.”
Judy dismounted and laid on her back beside John. You concentrate on Mommy. She’d have to wear a skirt that came four or
five inches below her knees to hid it when she sat down. That’s part of the problem. She lazily stroked her clit as she said, “Mom wants
her bitch whore tattooed on my cunt. She still hadn’t slowed down, though. First, you
and Brenda are getting on the pill.”
Judy addressed herself to Joy, saying, “As for you, I have big plans
for your ass. I was only thinking
