I continued telling the humiliating story to my daughter, although I changed my narration to tell the story with the dialogue as I remembered it. I read chats from a Dr. Sex video I couldn’t erase Karen’s breasts from my mind. While I tossed the clothes in my washing machine, I tried to get my head straight. “No!” I responded, visibly shocked. Like daughter, like Mother, I suppose.”
Defeated, and restrained, I accepted my role, the toy buzzing in me, as I heard Karen call out, “Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!” Karen rubbed her pussy on my face, using my face and lips to get herself off. “Crawl to your bedroom, slut, we are just getting started,” she informed me. “No,” I admitted.
