If theytake you away, I get no welfare money. You want that to happen? Youwant to drive your mother into the street?" Damn, my headhurts. Too much...booze last night. Now the brat is trying to fuckeverything up . "Now listen Melissa," her voiceangry. "You don't fuck this up. You do whatever she tellsyou. Do you understand?" "Mama, she was touching me funny. And she hurt me!" Missy pleadedwith her mother. "I'm not going to tell you again. You do what she tells you, noexcuses. Don't. I simply stared at the door and kept staring. The door not being closed was one part of the wonder. The more amazing thing was where the door actually was.It lay on the ground. A few paces in front of its frame The sturdy iron was crumpled, a piece of valuable paper crushed in a rich man’s fist. The edges touched the floor, the middle held up by them. The door had been blasted from its hinges, bent by a terrible force. The power it must have taken to do so...A little high-pitched shriek from. ' I thought. Then my male mind snapped to reality, I was bentover a table, prostate. I was so short I would have to hop off to getdown. I was female and I was about to be penetrated from behind by a man.I'd never been so scared in my entire life, but despite any thoughts Ihad, my body was in control. As if to reinforce this, I found myselfsaying."Oh John, take me!"He didn't need more encouragement or a second invite. I felt him moveaside my g-string and the head of his penis started to push. With the greatest care, I hooked my fingers into the nylons’ waistband. My pussy clenched and fluttered as delight washed through me. I worked down the nylons slowly. I unveiled her black panties, cut in bikini fashion, along with the round plumpness of her ass. I squeezed my thighs together, pressing against my clit as I whimpered. Bit by bit, I unrolled the nylons down her lush legs.“Oh, yes, yes, Miss Daisy,” I purred, such hunger burgeoning inside of me. Finally, I had the pantyhose rolled.