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Chapter 14 by GrandoArdens GrandoArdens

Do you leave her alone?

Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you.

Katy was visibly relieved for a moment, before she realized how deliberately you had stressed the word I.

"Wait, does that mean someone else is?"

You whispered some instructions to Caitlin and smacked her ass as she skipped off to obey, then turned to scan the crowd; Katy's mom was with yours, congratulating Aunt Sarah.

"Mrs. Grey!" you barked, "Get that fat ass over here; I have a job for you! And bring an audience!"

The whole cluster of excited mothers tittered to each other as they followed her across the room to you. They all gathered round as you threw one arm over Mrs. Grey's shoulders and absentmindedly bounced her tits with the other.

"Mrs. Grey, did Katy ever tell you why we broke up?"

"Yes, sir," she nodded, smiling nervously. "She said you wanted different things."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I guess we did. See, I wanted what any innocent young man wants; a cozy wedding, a white-picket fence, and two-point-five kids. But she wanted as many big, black cocks as she could cram into her holes all at once."

As if on cue, the whole room gasped at once. Some were disgusted, others impressed, but under it all was a definite collective arousal.

"Oh, come on!" Katy pleaded, "They weren't that big, only a few of them were black, and all of them were in my-- Holy shit, what is that for???"

Caitlin had just returned, with the massive strap-on you'd once found on her bedside table. She made you swear not to tell, but you'd milked it for enough leverage to get out of laundry duty until she went away to college. Now, she strutted through the crowded room, proudly swinging her ersatz cock with each step. It was an imposing sight; over a foot long, ribbed along the lower half, studded near the tip, and topped off with something like a medieval morning star. Caitlin pushed a button on the remote in her hand, and the morning star twirled around like a disco ball.

"That, sweetheart, is what justice looks like."

But who's going to wield it?

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