She felt carefullyacross my stomach. I was really scared. Katya looked very serious. ?Hmm,? shesaid gravely, ?I think I know what this is.? ?What is i...? Do I needto see a doctor?? ?Well,? said Katya,?it?s not a rare condition but it is unusual to see it like this.? ?What is it? Katya, I?mscared.? Katya, seeing myanxiety, relented. ?It?s muscle, Daphne. What you can feel beneath the fat ismuscle. Don?t worry, it was there all along. It?s just that now that it?s doingsome useful work it?s firming. ? I began to sob as a tremor quivered down the length of my body. ?You like that?? the man asked. ?You like seeing my hands all over her tits?? ?Yeah, yeah,? my husband said. ?Now, get rough with her. Slap her around a bit.? The first slap split my lip and I tasted the metallic tang of blood. ?Ooh!? my husband said, ?that was nice. A few more times. Harder.? The slaps came in a quick succession—so fast and hard that after the first one, I couldn’t feel. .. he was not okay to drive. Eddie's hands were still rubbing my pussy through my panties, and I knew he could feel how wet I was. Robert slid his hand under my panties and touched my pussy. As his fingers touched me, I felt myself quiver. Robert looked up at Eddie, and said, "This bitch is a fucking slut!" and with that, he ripped down my panties, and the straps from my garter belt snapped up... "Look at that fucking shaved pussy... !" He looked at me, and said, " You fucking little whore, how. Then one day it was very hot. Mom was wearing her thinnest dress and it was wet from her sweat especially under her heavy breasts and the small of her back. That was the day that Mom asked me to push her on the swing. She wanted to feel the air blow across her body cooling her off.When I stood in front of her I saw her eyes roll, but she just accepted my position. I pushed her and I pushed her making her go up higher and higher. Eventually I could no longer push on her knees so I started.