"'No! Not her, not now,' I thought, as I watched Mei stumble confidently over to our table, clearly inebriated."Why you not say hello?" She shouted, ...Who's this?" Pointing and waving her finger."Hi Mei, this is my girlfriend, Leanne," I replied, desperately trying to save face in the situation. "Leanne, this is my old manager, Mei." Ooooh, she's pretty!" She said, leaning over and laying her arm on Leanne's shoulder, reaching out to shake her hand. Leanne just blushed and mumbled a feeble. "Marcus, what are you doing?" I sighed, exhausted. My previous howls of protest had turned into sighs and moans. He straddles my chest, lay his still erect between my breasts. He takes he hands and pushes my breasts together and starts sliding back and forth. "Look at me Mother, while I do this." In my exhaustion, my protest was merely a whimper, "Marcus, respect Mother, don't do this, this is so dirty.." "Then say 'Red' and we're through, but I knew from the start you don't want this to. Im not ready for this... please no!" she said "I'm really going to enjoy this" I answered her "I'm gonna fuck you just like the slut you are!" as I pushed my dick into her twat, as I pushed harder Emily would squint her eyes. As I finally pushed in, "Tight little whore aren't you?" " ...I can't breathe..." she said "This is going to be real fucking sweet" as I started to thrust between her legs Emily trembling in pain "It hurts!" as she was starting to lose her voice, I let go of her throat and. She began to sob loudly as he rotated his fevered loins against her forehead, moving his hands down to the bareness of her back and suddenly yanking the tee shirt brutally up over her brassiere-covered breasts to her neck."Well, lookee here at what we got," he said in a cruelly mocking voice. "A girl in a bikini."Once again Pop's head spun around to the back, and an obscenely loud guffaw swept through the truck.Ellen's shoulders heaved as she sobbed helplessly from the shame and humiliation..