Chain, chain, chain....

[PowerGames]

Mrs. Beckham whose hand had slipped down her own pants as she prepared to enjoy the spectacle, stood and walked over to investigate. "Oh yes, wet and willing Mr. Withers. Give it to her, give it to her now." Her eyes dialated with excitement.

[Nikita]

Out of respect for his boss, Mr. Withers stepped away from the slut and considered Mrs. Beckham.

"Perhaps you would like to do the honors?" he offered.

The room became so silent, one could hear a pin drop.

[PowerGames]

Mrs. Beckham smiled, a wickedly lewd grin, and reached for the yardsitck on the blackboard ledge. "I don't see why it has to be either or Mr Withers. The wanton slut is begging for it; why not both indulge her and then her wayward sisters?"

[Aesop]

Oh not both at once, the slut thought. The tears were streaming down her face now. Almost as fast as the juices that were sliding down her legs.