We continued to walk, hand in hand. Then I would drop his hand and he would slow his walk and I would give him another peak. I love being able to te...se, but keep it from being too risky or over the top. We still had to blend into the crowd. Any chance I could get though, when no one was looking....FLASH!Eventually my husband had enough. I was wet as hell from my teasing routine. He said "hey, let's walk down that path", pointing to a narrow alley where maintenance and trash employees. Ahh... Sir...” “Oh yes you do know... and you love it. Say you love it. ” “I l-love it... I love it... Sir...” As his fingers worked faster and faster, Havers’ features became a suffused mask of b********y. His mouth was slack, from time to time he snorted disgustingly. “I... I’m... going to make you come... my pretty...” “Ohh... ahh... ohhh... aahh...” “You know about coming, don’t you? You make yourself do it often, don’t you?” “Ahh... ooh... y-yes... yes... Sir... I do...” “And you like. I want you to talk dirty, you filthy whore. Answer me again. Yes mommy, my cunt is dripping. Im wet just thinking about all the ways you can use my young teen body. My hands now wrapped around her, holding firmly to her nearly exposed tits. I mauled them, relishing the sensation of holding the young girl in my hands, knowing that she would do whatever it took to please me. I twisted her nipples between thumb and forefinger. And excited moan escaped my daughters lips as the pain faded and was. My mother definitely didn't include that in her sex education. I was overwhelmed with confusion and embarrassment, but these emotions weren't enough to make me go back to bed like a good c***d. Suddenly I heard a loud snapping noise. Terror washed over me as I realized he had hit her with the riding crop. I turned around immediately and went towards the stairs. In my mind, he was beating her and I had to tell my mom about it. I stopped and started thinking about what to do. She didn't.