Then she was right in front of me, her hands on my cheeks, her thumbs wiping the tears away."Bobby, sweetheart," she said in a voice that made my nuts...want to tie in knots. "Please tell me why you're hurting,"I felt like an idiot. My knees wobbled, and I got the sobs, where you can keep from bawling, but not if you try to say anything. If you say something, a sob bursts out and makes it impossible to understand you. But I had to say something, because it was all bottled up inside me and I was. And suffer you will, over and over.? Terry howls, screaming through the gag for mercy. It does not come. She is staring out at the floor of the room, barely able to see over her bulging breasts. Dark blue veins circle her tits. The growing pressure pushes her nipples into fat, long protrusions.Twenty minutes. An hour. Mack smokes his cigarettes, trying to name the colors that flash in Terry’s breasts. He stares directly at her, knowing she can only see his feet. Her tits have turned scarlet,. When I looked in the mirror I felt as though the weight of my breasts would break my back if I leaned backwards. "Please can I take it off Momma? It hurts, it cuts into me," I said. "No. You want to act like a little whore then you'll learn to be one, now on your knees," Momma said. I knelt on the floor and Momma tugged off her shift. She picked up a strap-on dildo and slipped into it. "Open your mouth," she said. I didn't. "Open your mouth!" Momma repeated. I still refused. Then Momma grabbed. I had to hollow my back with arousal, which made his hand slide in all the was. My skin reacting again with heavy goose pimples. My vagina tightened around his wrist and fist and was just to the point of pain. After resting my back slowly on the table, Dave drew back his arm in slow motion. Him knowing that this was one of my favorites, I squirted on his arm and belly. Leaving my pussy gaping for a little while.Dave told me to turn over, kneel on the chair with my belly on the table so he could.