VD - Housewife life

“Yeah, and like, yeah, so… she didn’t do her report before she went on vacation. So now we have to do it. And she’s gonna get her butt reamed when she comes back,” Demi says breathlessly. “Not in a good way. I’m talking like, the boss straps her to his desk, whips her until she can’t sit, fucks her ass until she cries, then posts a video of it. He’s pissed. He’s kinda hot when he’s pissed.”

“Oh?” you say, laughing as you hold your Demon Cell Phone to your ear.

“Yeah. Most of us stick around and watch when he does that,” she admits.

“I would too,” you say. “I’d like to meet him.”

“You’d like him. He’d like you. That’s a good idea,” Demi says.

You laugh harder. You’re lying on your belly on a lounger beside the pool at the house, wearing a red, thong bikini. “Hang on, baby.” You twist to look over your shoulder at Cas and Pol, who stand behind you. They have the hems of their maid dresses in their mouths to hold them up so they can jerk off. Their red cocks protrude from their frilly, white panties as they fap away madly, their eyes glued to your booty. “You doing this today?” you ask impatiently. Then you turn your attention back to your phone. “Then what?”

“Then there’s all this drama because his wife’s mad. Then she comes and they have a catfight. Then end up having a threesome. The usual,” Demi says.

Hot cum splashes onto your ass cheek.

“Sounds good,” you say. Another load lands on you, this one much thicker and… more copious. You frown and look back. “Which of you was that?” you ask.

Cas raises his hand, a look of ecstasy on his face.

“Very nice,” you say.

They rush away to get wet towels to clean you with. Once you’re clean, they get back to work. Demi keeps chattering away about work. Someone’s getting a blowjob in the cubicle next to hers and she’s giving you a play-by-play.

“Oh, she’s gagging,” she says with a laugh.

“Nice,” you say.

A shadow falls over you and you look up. It’s one of Lady D’s daughters. You’re not great at telling them apart. You take the envelope she hands you and blow her a kiss. She hurries away as you tear it open. “Yeah?” you say. “Then what?”

“Then she was eating his ass in front of everyone and he jazzed all over the quarterly report…” Demi goes on.

You read the card you just received.

“Hey,” you say. “Morrigan just invited me to a moonlight party.”

“Ohhh, fancy,” Demi says. “Is it for both of us or just you?”

“Just me,” you say.

“Gonna go? Those are some spicy parties,” she says.

Go to the party?

Or stay home with Demi?