....tighter......I started to protest."I'll not hear it," she said. "For now you've only got those littletitties. You're going to need all the help yo... can get."More and more flesh was pushed up."All done there," she said, considering me. I could barely breathe."Shallow breaths, Miss Pink. Shallow breaths."She looked disappointed."Is something wrong, Cassandra?" I asked, wanting to please her."No, no. Don't worry." She touched my breasts. "I just thought you'd bebigger. Not to worry. I haven't. I suggest you do the some, honey."Stacy's mother remained silent and didn't look up. Stacy was still holding hands with her father. He led her across the room, down the hallway, and into the master bedroom. He dropped her hand, left the door open, and turned a couple of table lamps on.He faced Stacy, smiled, and began taking his clothes off. Her pulse quickening, Stacy began stripping her feverish body naked. They turned it into a race. It was a tie, both climbing onto the bed, from opposite. ..in my mind, i see her in front of meher inner beauty, warm and delicateher body even more beautifulslender and very sultrysilky white skinsoft perky breastsflat belly, protruding belly buttonsoft subtle curvature of her spineleading down to her small, plush buttockslike a perfect sculpturecould anything be more divine?perhaps the taste of her essence from deep inside herall that enters her through one openingmixing with all that is untouchable on the insideand then exiting through another. She shreiked and her entire body tensed and lunged against the restraints to no avail. He merely smiled and gave her another dose of pain as a second stripe of his flag was burned permanently into her flesh. When he burned her a third time the blonde lost control of her bladder and pissed all over herself creating a puddle beneath her spread thighs. The fiend cackled at her agonized response to his torture tool, and burned another stripe into her pebbled meat. Celeste screamed herself hoarse as.