Warren and Erin and Agnes

Everyone says their goodnights, as Warren returns from the RV with a leash that had belonged to their late dog Old Yipper. He had died last year at the age of 18, and even if he had survived, he probably couldn't enjoy the full benefits of being in your entourage. But Warren and Erin were, as even in eyesight of you on the stairs, they hooked the dog collar on a meek Agnes. When she raised a voice in protest, Erin slapped her hard to the ground.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! We are going to take you outside and fuck you raw," said your loving mother Erin, who then turned to you, "Goodnight, Sweetie! Have fun with your teenagers!" She blew you kisses as you paused at their corruption or perhaps simply reveal.

Warren and Erin were both topless and friendly chatting as they led the nun in her bedclothes out the door on a tight leash. She had trouble keeping up, and fell down multiple times before being yanked full **** by an angry Warren.

Agnes's leash was tied up on an overhead hitch outside the RV as Warren grabbed some duct tape from an emergency kit and taped it across Agnes's mouth. Erin, being productive, grabbed some scissors from the same kit and began cutting off the white bedclothes. Agnes was struggling now, as she probably didn't see this as the "sex in the RV" that you needed, although your parents were a little looser with the definition.

Warren loved to see Agnes struggle against the carbon fiber he tied around her arms, her legs, her waist, as she was barely able to stand with the leash hitched up and pulling her to stand tall. The cool air was visibly erecting both of Agnes's and Erin's nipples, but the entire event erected Warren, who slipped off his briefs and tossed them in the cabin.

Erin exited the cabin, fully nude, with a large ruler. "This should work," she said hopefully, as Warren lounged on a folding chair. "You get the first whack at it," he responded, visibly rubbing his old, erect cock.

Erin wasted no time, and her first whack became twenty. "Take that, bitch! And that!" she continued, her voice echoing through the subdivision as she reddened Agnes's exposed ass. A small cut had even formed, with blood that made Erin jump in glee.

"My turn," said Warren removing his hand from his cock and taking the makeshift cane. Erin took his spot on the chair, and began rubbing herself. Warren ignored Agnes's ass, and instead caned her tits, her torso, her arms, even her pussy. He felt inside of her and was dismayed to feel her bone dry. "You better get wet, you fucking bitch!" he yelled, with no control over his voice. She was crying profusely, but unable to call out due to the tape.

Warren untied Agnes's leash, and she fell down hard to the pavement, breaking her fall with her right shoulder. "You fucking whore! You cunt!" Warren rolled her over and leaned her against the RV. He ripped the duct tape off, allowing a momentary scream of pain from Agnes, before shoving his cock into her mouth. She looked up to him behind glossy eyes, but did not need to respond as he grabbed her head and began fucking it. "Suck him, cunt!" yelled your mother, furiously masturbating at the scene.

She could do no such thing, before Warren came down her throat, causing Agnes to **** and gag on his semen as he pulled out of her and embraced his wife. They lovingly embraced each other, before grabbing Agnes's leash, and dragging her into the RV for the night.