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suit she had last seen him in. He had put it on after fucking her, for well over an hour, in a motel room, apparently with a camera hidden in the closet. It was humiliating in the extreme to have him see her like this now, as shamelessly naked as she was when he left her, years ago. She had loved Paul. She had worshipped Paul. She had drawn hearts around his name in her yearbook as she imagined being married to him and taking his cock anywhere he wanted to put it.
    That was before she became more realistic and married for money. Now she covered her mound with one hand and tried to hide her breasts with the other, but they were much too big.
    â€˜Don’t bother.’ Albert slapped her bottom.
    Paul looked amused.
    She blushed even more deeply.
    â€˜Paul,’ her husband’s brother said, ‘take off your trousers.’
    â€˜Paul, how could you?!’ she cried, and then looked at her brother-in-law, realising what he’d just said. ‘Take off his trousers?’ She didn’t understand; she could not let herself understand.
    â€˜I needed the money,’ Paul replied, and began slipping off his suit. ‘I’m sure you’d sell anyone you knew if you had to,’ he added cynically, sliding his black trousers down and exposing strong, tanned legs that still made her go weak in the belly. She had spent hours watching those legs running across the football field in shorts, and in track-suit bottoms. She had fallen in love with those legs from afar.
    â€˜I don’t understand,’ she said, still trying desperately not to. She had believed she could love Paul. When he had fucked her, it felt like heaven.
    â€˜What’s not to understand, my dear?’ Albert said as Paul’s beautiful cock sprang free of his shorts. ‘Get on the floor and suck him.’
    â€˜No!’ Amanda Vanforth refused vehemently. ‘Absolutely not!’
    â€˜Do you want to go back to living like you did before you married Sidney?’ Albert whispered in her ear. His hand was burrowing deep between her buttocks, and she could feel one of his fingers threatening to probe inside her little rear hole.
    â€˜No,’ she moaned. She couldn’t possibly go back. She couldn’t. She stared at Paul’s cock... he had finally called her the last week of school, and less than two hours after they met for lunch she was on her back and panting from the pleasure of feeling his hard-on inside her.
    â€˜Kiss it,’ Albert demanded.
    She saw Paul’s erect dick, so long and so thick, and bent towards it; she couldn’t help herself. She took it into her mouth with a choked cry as Albert spanked her, and then suddenly he was pulling open the cheeks of her bottom, and his cock, which she had never felt or tasted before, was pushing its way into her rectum. She groaned. She had not taken even Paul’s cock this way, and she tried to look up into his eyes as Albert penetrated her, but his eyes were closed as he bucked back and forth in and out of her mouth. It wasn’t long before his handsome features twisted in a frown, and she nearly gagged as a torrent of hot spunk flooded her mouth and poured down her throat, just as Albert yanked her hips back, pressing her buttocks tightly against his humid groin, and came deep in her bottom.
    After the two men had come, Amanda was forced to kneel on all fours while Albert spanked her. He said he wanted to be just like Paul, who stood by watching as her brother-in-law methodically smacked one of her cheeks, and then the other. He spanked her slowly and rhythmically, and when her buttocks were hot as an oven, they both took her again just like before, only this time she sucked Albert’s cock while Paul slid his huge dick between her flaming cheeks and fucked her bottom.
    He leaned over her to massage her breasts and finger her clitoris, and she was horrified when she started coming even though he was pulling all the way out of her

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