Lola was trapped, her arms straining paifully. In her fear and rage, she kicked out at Flint, but he grabbed her ankles and bound them to the front legs of the chair.

Flint pulled back and stared at her while Yvette slid her arm into his and cuddled up to him, pushing her hot little cunt against his thigh.

Yvette was dressed in a tiny little red slip that hardly covered the welts on her red ass, matching red stockings with garter belt and high heels.

"Fuck," Flint said, "we gotta do something about this."

"Sue, honey, but right now, I just gotta have you cock!" Yvette moaned, spreading her legs around his thigh, rubbing her pussy against him in the most depraved manner possible. "Come on, darling, please, Mom ain't going nowhere. Gimme you cock, you know what a bad girl I've been!"

She mewled and slid her hand over his fucker, kissing and nibbling at his cheek.

"Wait a fuckin' moment!" Flint snapped. "When's the next time she's gonna be meeting anybody?"

"This time next week, darling, when she has her hair done again," Yvette gasped. "You know she don't go anywhere. Now come on, honey, I need your cock!"

"Yeah, right!" Flint gasped. He grinned at Yvette. "Might as well go for it, right?"

"What do you mean, darling?" Yvette purred, rubbing her cunt against his leg, her hands gripping his massive fuck-rod.

"I trained you, I can train her, right?"

"Darling, honey, no! You promised, it's me, only me! Come on, not her!" Yvette slid down his iron-hard body, sliding her hands over his cock, gasping and moaning as she licked and sucked the length of his body. "Come on, darling, you know I can give you everything you want. Not her, she's a fucking ice queen. Come on!"

"You shut the fuck up and do what you're told!" Flint snapped, sliding his cock in and out of Yvette's mouth.