moving on

Tammy had Keith strip. He did so, and not too reluctanly as Tammy had a hot body. She shoved him down onto the carpet and stroked his cock hard. Then she positioned herself over him and sank down onto his cock. Soon she was riding and bucking away. Every once and a while she would lean forward slowly then slap his face and straighten up before bucking again.

After many minutes of getting fucked by Tammy and having his face slapped, Keith came. Tammy slowed down then got up. "Oh, clean me up, bitch! Unless of course you want a video of your wife licking biker-chick assholes all over the place as well as you and a hooker fucking in a cheap motel." she said before lowering herself onto Keith's face.

Keith was disgusted at having to lick a pussy filled with his own cum, but he reluctantly did so. After he was done, Tammy wiped herself and dressed as Keith did too.

She rewound the video and **** him to watch Kimber tongue out each biker chick's asshole in turn before getting spanked again. The bikers then took her naked and humiliated self into the disgusting bathroom of the abandoned warehouse and handcuffed her wrists behind a filthy toilet.

"Here's the address of that warehouse. Homeless people have been breaking in to use that toilet, so I'd hurry. The girls will lock the bathroom. Like I said, Kimber has done nothing to me, so I don't want some homeless mental patient finding her before you do. Now, do as I say, and no one will be the wiser. Oh, the biker babes have told your wife they've filmed her humiliation and will **** you with it, so withdraw $10,000 cash from your kickback fund and have it sent to me sometime this week, so she'll think you paid them off. I'll give you copy of the video for her, but I'll have my own. You may leave."

Keith was livid, but kept his mouth shut. Even though he cheated on Kimber on occassion, he knew that she knew many of his kickback and bribe schemes, so he had to keep her happy, so Tammy had him over a barrel.

After Keith left, Tammy showered and took a nap. She woke up as her personal cell phone went off. Very few people had the number of her personal cell, and her younger sister Callie was calling. Callie was 18 and a freshman at a nearby exclusive liberal arts college. Callie was very smart, but also a bit naive. She was purposely kept in the dark about her family's true business and really thought her family was in the legitimate insurance and import business.

Tammy happily answered the phone; she was always glad to talk to her younger sisters. Callie, however, was in tears. She was very upset.

"What's wrong, sis?" asked a worried Tammy.

Callie went on to describe a situation where she had been humiliated.

Tammy was incensed. No one did that to her sister!