She laughed and ran her hand up Natalie's body, reaching for her lovely tits.

"Please, stop," Natalie whimpered. "Please, get your dad to let me go."

Cherie laughed. "Hear that, Daddy? She wants me to let her go."

A round of chuckles went through the room. "Nah." Cherie's hand played with Natalie's tits through her dress and bra. "It's gonna be too much fun."

"Stop that!" Natalie pleaded, but Cherie had already stopped and turned away.

She strutted over to the table and swung onto it on her back. Brazenly she wriggled back until her head was over the edge. Then she pulled her long legs up and held them wide apart, over her head. Her short denim skirt fell over her hips, showing the tiny pair of white panties she wore. She turned to Natalie.

"Watch this, cunt," she said.

Lance stepped up to Cherie's head and unzipped his jeans.

Natalie gasped and turned her head away. He pulled out his massive cock, fully nine inches of swollen meat, and ran it over Cherie's pouty, big lips.

"Watch it, whore!" Zane snapped.

Desperately Natalie turned back, her horrified eyes on the massive, long prick that Lance held in his hand as he cased his cockhead over Cherie's welcoming lips.

"Suck that cock!" Zane eased back in his chair and opened a beer, taking a long drink. Cherie licked her tongue out over the throbbing purplish cockhead.

"Fuck off!" she grinned, her legs trembling as she held them up.

"Suck that cock or Matt here will give you what you need to persuade you," said Zane.

"Ohhh right, whip his own fuckin' wife to make her blow some stuck up fucker." Cherie licked her tongue over Lance's cockhead again.

"Suck it," said Zane.

"Suck it yourself," challenged Cherie. Her blonde hair flicked as she pulled her legs even further back, thrusting her pussy out.