Courtney went after Annabel like a woman who's been stranded in the desert, desperate and dying of thirst, and finally finds water. She cleaned off the ice cream, licked and sucked both nipples, then dropped down between Annabel's legs.
When Courtney pushed Annabel's legs apart a glistening pink pussy peeked out from between two strands of black fabric. Soon Annabel was slumped back in her chair with mouth hanging open, moaning helplessly as Courtney tongue-fucked her.
Carla looked on, somewhat bemused, as Courtney devoured her stepmother's cunt. "Yeah," she thought, "you're so straight." She decided that Courtney deserved to be punished for being such a hypocrite, so she went into the living room and got her new paddle.
When Carla returned to the dining room, Courtney's face was buried so deep in Annabel's crotch that she had no idea what was coming until the first blow landed on her rear end. Taken by surprise, she paused briefly in her ministrations to look back at Carla. Then she smiled sheepishly and went back to work.
Carla lifted Courtney's skirt, pulled down her panties, and resumed spanking her bare ass. Seeing no reason to hold back, Carla let all her years of irritation be felt in the force of the impact. Courtney flinched a little every time the paddle landed, and let out the occasional grunt, but could not be distracted from her pussy-eating. She probably would have stayed down there all night if Carla hadn't finally pulled her away and kissed her, tasting Annabel on her lips.
"Annabel, clear this table," ordered Carla, and Annabel scrambled to obey. Carla poured Courtney and herself fresh glasses of wine and they sat back to watch as the scantily-clad blonde transferred the empty plates and leftovers to the kitchen.
When the table was clean Carla patted her lap and Annabel obediently sat down on it. Carla sat sipping wine, stroking Annabel's nipples and then her crotch, thinking, plotting the next move. Courtney sat expectantly, licking the remaining juices from her lips, impatient for whatever was next.
Carla let her stew for awhile, enjoying the feeling of total control over both her frenemy and her stepmother. Savoring every delicious moment, she took her time deciding how best to take advantage of the situation.
When she'd made up her mind Carla whispered something into Annabel's ear, and Annabel leapt up and disappeared from the room, returning a minute later with a blindfold and some rope. Courtney assumed that these were for Annabel, but she was wrong.
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Walking around behind Courtney, Carla covered her eyes with the blindfold and tied it behind her head. One by one, Carla removed each item of Courtney's clothing, taking some time to feel her up in between. When she was naked Carla stretched her out on the dining room table and used the rope to tie her ankles and wrists to the table legs.
Carla disappeared out the door and Annabel stood looking down at the bound, naked form before her. This was a new experience for her, to be walking around free while someone else was tied up. It was exciting but a little disorienting. After pondering briefly, Annabel decided to take advantage of the situation; after all, Courtney would never know, would she? She reached down to stroke Courtney's nipples, then traced a finger through the bound girl's heart-shaped nest of brown pubic curls.
Just then Carla returned carrying a shopping bag. She was delighted to find Annabel molesting Courtney; now the older woman was not just following instructions, but actually taking initiative. Carla liked that in a slave -- within reason, of course.
Sidling up quietly behind Annabel, Carla hauled off and smacked her ass. Annabel's head snapped around and she grinned sheepishly, a naughty girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She blushed but didn't pull her fingers out of Courtney's pussy, Carla noted happily.