“You love my fingers deep in here, don’t you? He grunted, morphing into a long, low stilted moan; a second finger had slithered its way beside the first, pain and pleasure cascading through his mind. The gag was muting his moans; Karen loved when he tried to reply to her teasing, he was sure her pussy was slick, just as his cock was throbbing with every move of her fingers. His head was strapped to the bed, the pastel wal...

A white flash outside the window drew my attention from the computer screen. The Williams son, dressed as a skeleton heading home from trick or treating. I slumped back in my chair, another year Karen had taken the kids out by herself. Yet another Halloween spent buried in PowerPoint. “Trick or treat.” The voice soft and sexy, Karen. I turned in the chair, surveying her leaning in the doorway, an impish smile on her lips,...