It does

Mrs. Fellers was glaring at him and Matt questioned his decision. Maybe he'd guessed wrong.

He **** himself to stand tall and took a step toward her.

"Look, we both know how this is going to end up. You are going to give me that riding crop and then you're going to get on your hands and knees on the bed and get ready for some spanking."

"But..." she glared a moment longer, but then she nodded. "Very well. If you wish to be difficult, I suppose that's the way we'll have to go."

He tried not to breathe out his relief... 'show no fear' had to be his motto.

He should have been accustomed to an audience by now. The streaming they did was broadcast to hundreds if not thousands of lucky masturbators around the world. Closer to home, there was always Tanya or one of the other girls with the camera, someone managing sound, and half a dozen girls waiting for their turn. This, though, was different.

He looked at Mrs. Fellers who was now on all fours on the bed, then glanced at the couch where Mr. Fellers and Wendy watched.

Both, he noticed, were breathing hard. He couldn't quite make out Wendy's expression... was she angry that he was doing something with her mom when she wanted him for herself? As for the dad, he hadn't taken out his dick... yet... but he was rubbing his crotch as he stared at his hot wife getting ready for whatever came next.

"You're still wearing your pants." Matt kept his voice soft, caressing. "Didn't I tell you that your pussy must be exposed when you're with me."

"Sorry."

"I beg your pardon."

"Sorry... master." She pulled down the tight leather pants exposing her ass and pussy to his view.

"Better," he admitted.

He toyed the tip of the crop against her pussy lips, barely flicking them... and she shuddered at the touch.

Then, without warning, he pulled back and spanked the crop across the fleshiest part of her ass.

"Oh," she moaned.

Mr. Fellers moaned as well. Now he did have his dick out. Not the best example for his daughter sitting next to him but then again, neither parent was exactly exemplar.

"Quite," he told Mr. Fellers. "Or I'll make you go to another room and watch by camcorder."

"Sorry. I'll be quiet."

"We'll see."

He turned his attention back to Mrs. Fellers.

"Tell me what you want."

"I..."

"Say it."

"I want you to dominate me. I want you to fuck me in front of my weak-ass husband and let him know what a real man does. I want to teach my daughter how a good slut worships a real man."

"You want your daughter to be a slut?"

"All women are sluts. I want both of my daughters to know that... and to know that they shouldn't try to play that bullshit liberated game that you fucking liberals seem to worship."

He gave her a hard swat on the ass. "You're wrong. Not all women are sluts. Only sluts are sluts. It's a choice you can make. You've made the choice to be a submissive slut. What your daughters choose is up to them."

"Yes master."

From her tone, Matt knew she didn't agree. Then again, he didn't need to prove anything to her. He just wanted Wendy to know that she had a choice.

He laid a couple more swats across her ass.

The leather crop left red marks on her pale skin so he stepped back to make sure Mr. Fellers got a good look.

Wendy leaned in, too. She looked embarrassed to be fascinated by her mother's body but that didn't keep her from staring.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "How do you want it."

"I want it--"

He gave her another swat.

"I want it however you want it, Master. My cunt, my ass, my mouth, my tits... they're all for your pleasure. Tell me how I can best satisfy you."