" She could only utter one syllable before the noises started coming again.Highly curious as to what was going on, though she had an idea. Jean Grange... peeked inside the room of her daughter.Fucking huge.She didn't notice her daughter's wide eyes, or that her nightdress was in shamble. Neither did she notice her weak protest, nor did she see those hands forcibly plunging her daughter's sweet little mouth down. But what she noticed was the thing her daughter was being forced to lick.Harry Potter. She held her arms across her chest, a trait many busty teens do while still coming to terms with their bodies. She stumbled, wishing she hadn't worn heels with these jeans.Behind her she heard the spinning of wheels on gravel and turned to see her ride careening off the other way, the young mans ego having had enough bruising for one night."Jerk!" she shouted. Then she suddenly felt a little foolish. "It's a long walk home," she mused. "Especially in pink high heels."It was at this point she. I could feel myself becoming aroused, as he moved his hands under my blouse and his fingers slid under my bra and were rubbing my nipples. Oh how good it felt. We continued to kiss, as he played with my tits. He had unhooked my bra and had removed my blouse and bra, so my breasts were fully exposed to him and he was kissing them and pinching them and it felt so good. He continued moving his hand down onto my leg and edged toward my crotch, slowly rubbing my leg, as he did so. I was so hot by. You're not just a pain slut. You are a true masochist. I might have to marry you he said with a sadistic laugh. Maybe I should keep you as my very own sex slave. Would you like that? She was silent for a minute as if she were actually thinking about it then said I do not know Sir. He removed the ropes around their tits and they moaned with the pain as the blood refilled their tits. He tied their wrist behind their backs and marched them to the van. Sliding the side door open Get in the van and.