I quietly walked over to the chair in the room and I started to stroke my cock as I watched her. Her moans of pleasure started to get louder and loude... and I knew she was getting close to cumming all over her fingers. I increased the speed of my stroking in the hopes that we would be able to cum together. The sight of her fingers working their way into the velvety folds of her bald pussy was driving me crazy with lust. I guess I moaned a little too loud because her eyes unexpectedly shot open.. I felt violated and disgusting. Before he allowed me to leave, he made me give him my driver?s license and he wrote down my address which was of my parents? house where I still lived and told me that if the cops came for him from me telling about what just happened, he?d make sure that one way or another I?d be sorry. So, I was freaked out by this and never did tell a soul about it. I remember driving home and it was raining. The sun was about to come up and I felt my ass still gaping and I was. Maybe it would be nice for you and me--" To be alone together?" Yes." I think you were right."Laura brought her hands around Bernice's naked upper body to her large breasts, cupping them, squeezing them gently. They were phenomenally firm."The guys must go wild when they see these," she said."They all want to fuck 'em," Bernice giggled. "You know? Like put their dick in between them and rub it with my boobs until it spurts?" Do you let them?" I've let a few. It's kind of exciting. They get so. ”“But the torture was senseless,” Annie said, trying not to cry.“No. It served a very good purpose. The men in the family learned early on that they had to control the women they brought home. If a gold digger tried to get her hooks into one of our men, there was a limit to her power. The men knew that they had to keep their women in check. It was a very effective way to keep women outside the family from trying to seize control for themselves.”“Oh, memaw, I’m so ashamed to be part of this.