I tried to move and release my arms, to grab something, taste something but his hold was too strong. My whimpers turned into soft moans. My vagina moa...ed as well, she moaned for something hard to feel and taste in her soft, moist cavity. His tongue carried on down to my navel, swirling around my knotted stomach. Then he pressed hard up against my crutch with his face, nuzzling between my legs through my tight blue denim skirt. He finally released the pressure from my wrists and guided my hands. It was already dark. Her parents would be back soon. And so would Ellen. We said goodbye and I drove to my house. When I got there, Dad, Rebecca and Laura were already there, watching TV. "Oh, Bobby, the dinner would be ready in half an hour," said Rebecca. "Good. I'll just change my clothes. Where's Mike?" "He's in his room. Your room. Studying. Tell him that the dinner will be ready soon, will you?" "Sure." I went upstairs and tried to open the door. It was locked. From the noise, I could. " Well, let me introduce you. This is Kent, who is our new foreman," Guy concluded."Nice to meet you, Kent," I replied, loving the look of uneasiness on his face."Well… let’s head home," Guy then suggested."Why don’t you sit in front with Guy," I recommended to Kent as we arrived at the vehicle.As we drove home I continually squeezed Kent’s right shoulder as I perpetuated my fun at his discomfort. It was childish I know, but I simply couldn’t help myself.When there was finally a lull in their. "Just as I thought," he said in his 'office' voice, "You are a pair of disgusting tarts. Look at yourselves."Picking up a leather belt from the chair he lashed out at Martha, catching her round the shoulders with the full force of his strength. She fell off Sandra and on to the bed as much from the impetus given by the belt as from the pain and Alan got in several good blows across her arse and thighs before Sandra recovered enough to grab him and screech, "Hit me, please, hit me. It's all my.