Chapter Three
“Fix your face. Fix your mouth. Lift up your dress. I want to feel how fuckin wet you are.” Sam said.
Maureen crossed to the mantle and wiped her face. She pulled her dress up around her waist. Sam stood behind her and moved his hand up the inside of her thigh. He drew his fingers along the slit of her p***y. “My, my, Mrs. O’Donnel’s cunt is drippin.” He turned toward Brian. “Course that ain’t no surprise. Suckin black d**k always gets her
juice flowin, don’t it Mrs. O’Donnel?”
Maureen tried to keep her legs from trembling as she coated her lips with the gloss. “Yes, I try not to….but….but it makes me wet.”
Sam held his fingers up for Brian to see. “Yeah, she hot all right.” He turned her around to face her husband. Standing behind her, he ran his hands over her body an
