I fell on my side and saw the man approaching. I dug in my purse for my phone but he caught my hand and snatched it away from me…“Take whatever yo... want, but please, don’t hurt me” I begged him.“I intend to take whatever I want, bitch… I don’t need your permission…”The man said in a raspy voice. It was then that I noticed his large cock was still protruding from his jeans and was pulsing with hardness. I began to sob as he pushed me onto my back taking hold of my arms with one of his hands. His. As I watched her make her way back to me, I momentarily wondered if what I was doing was wrong…she was just 16. But the excitement and arousal in her voice and body language as she eagerly asked me how she did quickly diminish that thought. There was nothing wrong with a young, horny teen exploring her sexuality. I was already fucking and sucking my father’s friends at her age…and if she’s anything like me, my little cousin wouldn’t be holding back much longer. I could see she was ready.. I came back to her with the rusty pliers, opening and closing them with a grating squeak. She shook her head violently and started screaming through the tape again. I shook my head, pitying her reluctance, and took one of her toes in their grip. She kicked and struggled but I applied cruel pressure and her struggles only helped the pain come faster and more acutely. I clenched my fist hard and fast and felt the small bone break and crumble. Her eyes were wide, her muffled scream sharp and. "What about her grass?" Fuck her grass. Let her cut her own grass. Or let that wimp of a husband cut it for her," I replied, angrily. "If he knows how."Brad's grin spread to full intensity again. No doubt he wondered how a miserable prick like John Correlli landed a woman like Maria in the first place. Short, scrawny, balding, nearsighted: it didn't make any sense. Unless, of course, it was a money thing. The creep had money."Just for the record," he said, turning back to the kitchen. "We.