Stopping at the frame, she put her ear up close to the door. It was definitely her father’s voice, speaking what was definitely a different language... Sara placed her small hand on the handle and slowly inched the door open. In the center of the room kneeled her father. All the furniture had been pushed to the walls to make room for the huge pentagram that had been scrawled in black chalk across the concrete flooring. Still kneeling and swaying before the circle, Sara’s father continued to chant. But warm and firm and she gave excited moans and whimpers as I squeezed them and tweaked her nipples. My hands slid down her slender stomach to her pussy and as I began to slide a finger between her moist lips, she gave a long, loud gasp.Stephen had dutifully moved his own position to continue stroking my dick. I glanced to him and notice that while he had been servicing me, he had finally become aroused yet, he had made no move to use it on Bev. He must like being cuckolded in this manner! I. ..you were in the wrong place at the worst possible time. It's nothing personal, I assure you. If you behave and be a good little whore, then you can walk out of here and go back to where you came." She paused in her struggle, weighing her options, I'm sure. She could either endure whatever I did without a fight and live or she could resist and die. She remained still. "Really?" she whispered. I snickered meanly. "No." That's when the screaming started. I didn't have anybody near enough to hear. She grasped the dildo with her hand and threw itacross the room. "I want it to hurt! Start with six inches and work up from there." She commandedbowing her head to the ground and groaning with deep need. "And hurry beforemy cunt gets too wet, it hurts so much more when it's dry." That was all the store manager needed as he hurried to remove a thick ribbedphallus that was a good seven inches wide. No normal woman he assumed couldcompete with the monster, but he had this woman begging for it..