Cassie got in the water rather quickly, but Mom walked over to one of our adjustable pool chairs, and sat down.I had never seen my mother in a bikini ...efore. It was barely covering her, both above and below.“Richard! Stop staring at me like that? Haven’t you ever seen me in a bikini before?” she remarked.“Not that I remember ... now I see where Pam and Cassie get their remarkable good looks,” I said.“For a first string basketball player, you seem in pretty good shape yourself, Honey,” she said. She was choking andcouldn't breathe when she felt her back slam into the wall."You smartass cooze! You think you're special cause you're some goodlooking broad who is snitching for the FBI? What if I was to tell yourasshole biker buddies you're a snitch? Bet they'd fuck you up the assthen bury you in the desert." Zabinsky was panting with exertion.He took his hand from her throat and held her pinned to the wall by hershoulders. Cassie could finally breathe. She flicked her hair out of. I flopped down on my bed, the hem of my sundress rising to the top of my thighs. My pants were still modestly covered so I felt no need to pull the hem back towards my knees. Besides, he was my brother and I felt safe in his presence.He flopped down beside me on the bed. Laughing, I moved over a bit to give him more room on the single bed.All he was wearing was shorts and a T-shirt. Both of us were barefoot.We were staring into each others eyes, still laughing when he placed a hand on my bare. So far so good. then bits from odd films, just snippets, cuts, put together by a sad mind, showing the filmgoer the level, he had forced this lovely lady down to, because of her willingness to be used, for him. His voice now asked her forgiveness, his image bent over a chair , his new master a belt in hand having spanked him, his arse red and striped, Jake his master now telling her he had seen the last film and would make the faggot pay regularly, it was his promise. The film cut to the yard,.