“No, she’s in bed, getting ready to sleep.” Susan says. xxx only s-shaving gel.” Emma stutters. Emma quietly nods, still in shock, as she forces herself to pee again, most of it now going onto the Susan’s hand before dripping down into the toilet. As you already know I’m going to start working again, and.. ma’am!” Emma starts to protest, but her protests are stopped as Susan gets up then slaps her face hard. David looks up to his wife with Emma’s tit still in his mouth, right before he thrusts again into her, this time all the way up to her cervix. I promise.” Emma stammers, her eyes bulging out at the thought. She grips the sheets on the bed as she fights back the tears, still in disbelief at her situation.
