So she had a place to stay for a little while. Someone to prey on.The Bitch just won’t leave us alone. It starts small – snide comments, impatient...remarks. She acts like she somehow owns what my wife and I have built. She’s nasty to me and talks my wife down every goddam chance she gets. She picks on her relentlessly; she isn’t good enough, we aren’t good enough. And on and on and on. She’s there all weekend, gaining more and more ground. By the time all our other house guests leave, the Bitch. She glared. “I was simply going to inquire as to whether you may be hungry, but if you'd rather just not eat...”He said, trailing off. She tried to talk, so he removed her panties, allowing her speech. “I am hungry. My dad might be too...” She whispered, trying to look docile. “Suck my cock.” He commanded, pulling out his currently flaccid dick. “But I thought-” He cut her off, saying “You and your father will be fed soon, but first, you WILL make me cum.” She opened her mouth, and he pushed. " John thought to himself as he dressed the once vibrant teen for her finest hourEnd of part 2 Dead AheadPart 3It took about ten minutes for John to have everything perfect for his depraved action. He had dressed her emaculantly in the little cheerleader outfit. He had her sat on a stool, propped up against the wall. He had no perfume handy, but in order to keep her smelling fresh, her body was mildly caked in after-shave lotion. In his desk drawer was a rubber-band, which was used to pull her. She thought Charlie was going to start drooling as he stood there flabbergasted at what she had just proposed. It was better than he could have ever hoped for."Want you! Hell yes, I want you!" the fat man exclaimed, his voice rippled with lust. He was shaking with desire, wanting to fuck her youthful body so bad.Lana moved quickly toward the bedroom when Charlie made a move toward her. Knowing he'd follow her, she called back over her shoulder as she went through the bedroom door, "Well, you.