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"Hey how about you hurry up with my drink you little shit" Lillian yelled, as Sophie and I watched wondering what to do next.

"So what does my little karmic genius have planned for her evil stepmom," I asked looking into Sophie's intensified, yet adorable, face.

At that moment we heard a faint whisper from behind us, "Sophie, come here." Turning around we both were greeted by Nikki's smiling face. "Now I know you said **** is best served cold, but I have an idea on how to humiliate that bitch," Nikki said gesturing in Lillian's direction. "My mom just asked me to keep Mrs.Morris away from the backstage lounge, so she can fuck her husband. You know Jack Morris the country club present." Nikki explained seeing our confused expressions. "Well I was thinking we could lure Mrs.Morris back there to expose that bitch for the whore she it."

Sophie thought about it for a second before responding, "I got a better idea." She looked through her back and pulled out one of her nanny cams. Nikki and I just watched in awe, as Sophie got to work. She first snuck backstage to set up the cameras in the lounge. She then proceeded to hook that up to the big screen TV which was currently displaying the charity's logo.

"Oh you are so wicked," Nikki laughed.

"You have no idea," I said with a smile. "Are we ready to get into position?"

Sophie grabbed my wrist, and everything stopped. I watched her walk over to Lillian, who was subtlety grabbing Jack's crotch, and drop three laxatives in her stepmom's drink.

"Now I'm ready," Sophie said with a smile, as time started up.

The three of us watched Lillian shamelessly flirt with the married man before they both retreated backstage. About ten minutes later Nikki gave us a thumbs up, and Sophie flipped the switch. Immediately the sound of loud moaning hushed the crowd. The giant charity logo was now replaced with live footage of the, once superior, queen of the country club getting porked from behind by it's president.

"Oh ya fuck me Jack," Lillian moaned. A moan which was now being seen and heard by the entire gala.

"What the fuck is this shit," Mrs.Morris yelled. "I'm gonna kill them both," she muttered before running backstage.

"Babe fuck, god you're amazing, let me put it up you're ass," Jack said.

"You know my rule," Lillian responded.

Jack looked looked a little dejected, "Alright fine." He crouched down, so he was looking directly at Lillian's ass. Jack took a whiff before grimacing, "A little extra ripe today ."

"Fuck you, it's super hot out. Better get that tongue to work if you wanna fuck this tight ass," Lillian said.

"Haha tight, maybe five years ago," Jack laughed, plunging his tongue deep into Lillian's ass before she could retort.

It almost felt as if I had stopped time since the crowd was frozen in shock. We all watched Jack finish his rimming, and line up his dick. With one giant thrust he jammed his cock deep into Lillian's ass. Her low pitch grunts were a lot less ladylike than her previous sensual moans.

"Oh god yes, now bark for me," Jack said. The eye roll from Lillian was very apparent, but then she did the unthinkable and started to bark like the bitch she truly is. This broke the crowd from frozen stun, as they now began falling over with laughter.

At that moment the door burst open, "You," a red faced Mrs.Morris screamed, as she charged the fucking duo. It was now Lillian and Jack's turn to freeze completely terrified with cock still up ass. With one big windup Mrs.Morris sent her high heel up between the couple's legs. Her foot made solid contact with an audible thud hitting Lillian's pussy and Jack's balls. Both were in too much pain to make a sound. Jack immediately fell to the ground giving everbody a quick glimpse of his filth covered cock, while Lillian just grabbed her crotch in complete pain before Mrs.Morris dragged her by the hair out of the room. The gala was silent for a minute before Mrs.Morris pulled, a now sobbing, Lillian from behind backstage.

"Please stop I'm sorry, I'll never do it again," Lillian cried.

"Well you got half that right, but you're definitely not sorry yet," Mrs.Morris said wth a smile, as she grabbed both of the snobs boobs. "Nice shit boob job, these things are hard as rock, but don't worry I'll loosen them up for you." With that Mrs.Morris dug her nails into Lillian' silicon chest and squeezed. The once haughty bitch screamed, as she immediately fell to her knees. Mrs.Morris was able to hold on for a few more seconds before finally letting go. Lillian tried to crawl away, but was not quick enough; she was lifted up by her hair, and smashed headfirst into a big chocolate cake.

"Please," Lillian choked through the cake, Mrs Morris only responded by pushing the frosting covered bitch ass first into a giant bowl of tapioca pudding. The cheated housewife laughed, and held her hands up in celebration. Seeing this as her opportunity Lillian changed, but her clumsy attack was easily countered with a swift punch to the gut. The country club snob doubled over in pain and rleased a loud fart, which thanks to the pudding caused a bubble to pop over the crack of her ass.

"Well that was interesting, lets try that again," Mrs.Morris said delivering another punch. Again Lillian rleased another loud fart causing another pudding bubble. "Aren't you a filth little bitch. I think you may need a was." With that Mrs.Morris dragged the humiliated snooty cunt to the lobster tank, and processed to dunked her upper body into the water. At that time, as if by magic, two lobsters broke through their claw restrains, and latched on to Lillian's erect nipples.

Sophie's evil stepmom immediately shot out of the water pushing Mrs.Morris to the ground. "Ffffffuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk get it off get it off," Lillian screamed, running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Unfortunately her fake tits weren't creating enough bounce to knock the lobsters off, so she resorted to pulling. The intense nipple stretch and look on her face clearly showed the amount of pain she was in. When all was said and done Lillian sat crying with her face wet and nipples completely swollen.

"You bitch, you got my dress dirty," Mrs.Morris said looking at her mud stained dress.

Lillian didn't hesitate, as she took off running towards her nearest cover. "Let me in," she yelled banging on the porta potty door. "This bitch is crazy."

"Mom is that you," Charlotte asked.

"Oh thank god Charlotte it's you. Please let me in." Lillian said in relief.

"Fuck you," Charlotte responded.

"What, let me in this instance. Some pshcho bitch is chasing me," Lillian yelled.

"How about no. Call this a little **** for how'd you put it 'stuck up bitch with an itch'," Charlotte said.

"What in the hell are talk about. Let me in," Lillian begged pounding harder on the door.

"You made me touch that filthy nigg," but before Charlotte could finish Lillian tried to barge through the door. The porta potty tipped on its side and fell to the ground with a hard thud. "Eeeeewwwwwwwwww I'm covered in shit," her whining continued until it mysteriously stopped, as if something had gotten in her mouth. A few seconds later we heard, "The door is stuck, someone fucking help me. Do you all know who the fuck I am? I'm Charlotte fucking Brock." Unfortunately for the bitchy sorority president the crowd's attention was now focused on Lillian, as she was backing away from an oncoming Mrs.Morris.

"Please, I'm so sorry," Lillian cried, but Mrs.Morris kept coming. "Fine be that way bitch, you wanna know why your husband has been fucking me the last five years? It's because you're a fat ugly cow and I'm incredibly hot. No mater what happens here I will always beat you in life because you're a fucking loser."

At that moment Mrs.Morris threw a punch, only to stop it an inch away from Lillian's face. Lillian flinch and gave a squeak, as diarrhea started running down her leg. Once the flood gates were opened the laxative finally kicked in with full ****. Lillian bent over and with a loud disgusting fart started shooting shit out like a geyser.

"Now I think you're sorry," Mrs. Morris said, as all the elites started laughing at Sophie's bitchy evil stepmom shitting herself after get her ass absolute kicked.

"I think she prefers chocolate pudding over tapioca," I said with a laugh.

"Come on you're better than that," Sophie smiled.