He had messed with that door before. It was solid slab wood and build to last. He looked to the doorknob. No screws on this side. It fit snuggly t... the frame. That part of the door was just as firm as the solid wood.The hinges. Those things looked like they would give him trouble even if he did have the proper tools. If he could pull out one of them though, he was sure he could use that one to push out the others. But to get that one out in the first place. He would lose all his. "Fukkkk..." I tasted a wash of lube from inside her flowing over my tongue. I didn't even take her panties off. I just started licking her through them, then pulled them to the side and took huge mouthfuls of her juices, pulling her lips open with my fingers so I could drive my tongue into her pink pussy. She lifted her shirt up, no bra underneath, and played with her boobs, which are so sexy. I could see her nipple piercings through her shirt, which really turned me on when we were dancing. My. He threw something at me! I turned but too slowly, it struck my shoulder and hit the floor. “That’s YOUR homework!” He shouted and stomped back into his room.White letters,”Raped Mom, Raping Son”, across a red banner stared up at me from the carpet. This time the cover showed a photograph of a young woman with small breasts and a timid smile.After stacking the folded clothes, I placed the book on top and carried the pile to my room.Race sat naked on my bed. “You forgot something, Mommy.”To. His eyes now accustomed to the dim glow of the walls, his steps halted shortly just as the sound of popping bones crackled from beneath his weighted foot; all around him were the varying forms of enslaved women. Amongst those locked in this vile place were those who sobbed and hid themselves against the walls in some vain attempt to avoid that which plague their senses, while others rested quietly in trance as though their trauma was simply too much to endure, or perhaps they simply no longer.