" Sandra was desperate. Somehow withholding the coveted snapshots from him was a symbol of some kind of victory over him, and she wasn't about to reli...quish that so easily."I'm waiting, Sandra," Mike intoned, his fingers digging into her wrist."Then wait, you son of a bitch!" Sandra snapped, and with a defiant look of triumph, threw the bundle of lewd photographs onto the burning fire!"You bitch! You goddamn little bitch!" Mike spat. She had burned his photographs!His fingers tightened cruelly. "Named for my wife's uncle." All right then, come along Pac," The man said, motioning for me to take his hand. I took it then, looking up at my dad for reassurance. He was nodding and smiling at me as we took our first few steps away. My steps were apparently too small for the man in the robe, as he reached down suddenly and swept me up in his arms, and began to walk away with me suspended from one big arm like a sack of potatoes.I cried as I lost sight of mom and dad, but the man's grip did. I knew she was onto something. She helped me up and slid her hand down my thighs…. I had an instant hard-on. Damn I was horny. I had seen enough porn to know what followed. But to my surprise she apologized and lent me a lungi and told me I could go home if I wanted to. I told her it was okay.I didn’t want to pass up an amazing chance to fuck her and have my revenge. As I was changing into the lungi, I was certain she was watching me.So I turned towards the door and held my dick in my hand. I. I reach the last stall, and ease the door open. I find my good little girl on her knees, facing away from me, with her wrists crossed behind her, just as I asked. Her dress is unzipped in the back and the straps are pulled off her shoulders. I move around to stand in front of her, and I see that she’s pulled her breasts over the cups of her lacy bra. “Good girl,” I say. She turns and reaches to close the stall door, but I reach out my arm to hold it in place. “It stays open,” I say. She puts.