"Well, you like a little lezzy action too, huh?" Lance asked, his hands on his hips, watching the scene. "Hey, Zane, you're fuckin' wife's being a whore again."

"Bring her here," Zane said easily. "I know what she needs."

"You heard," Lance said to Roxanne. "I wanna work on this delicious piece of ass."

"Ohhh come on, Lance," Roxanne moaned. "I'll come if I keep this up a bit more."

"Over," Lance said.

"Ohhh no," Roxanne gasped. Her pussy ground as hard as it could into Natalie's ass and her fingers tightened on Natalie's nipples, until the helpless blonde screamed in pain.

Almost lazily, Lance reached out and took a handful of Roxanne's hair. Slowly he pulled, heaving Roxanne off Natalie's struggling body.

"You shit!" Roxanne screamed. "I wanna…"

"Zane, leave me alone, shit."

Lance kept the slow pressure up, tearing Roxanne away from Natalie, until she struggled on the end of his arm, her fists beating out at him.

"I'll kill you!" she snarled. "You oversexed jerk."

Lance just laughed and twisted her, hair harder, pushing her downward until she was bent almost double.

Roxanne twisted as hard as she could in his steel grasp.

Lance led her across the room to where Zane sprawled in his chair, sipping his beer. Lance pushed her to her knees between his legs, the dark-haired woman screaming with rage as she was forced down.

"Thanks, Son," said Zane. "She's gettin' to be a real pain in the ass, sometimes. But we can handle it. Strip!" he snapped at Roxanne.

"You bastard," Roxanne snarled, but she didn't try to defy him.

Slowly she reached for her tank top and slid it up, revealing her full, heavy tits. They swung on her rib cage as she pulled the top over her head and threw it away.