The next day I found it very hard to concentrate on my work and went to the salon at 16.45."Oh you are early Monsieur, I am afraid you will have to wa...t a little." Oh, I don't mind," I said, and I really meant what I said that moment.I was placed in a chair near a table with some magazines on it. I was glad to have a chance to look around the salon for a few minutes and couldn't help staring at the beautiful hairdressers. They where all wearing a similar type of dress in thin shiny nylon. That’s why I try to stay quiet and mostly in my room so that he can’t find an excuse to yell and hit me.”My throat closed tight and I couldn’t stand hearing any more of the pain she had to endure. It reminded me of the torture sessions the Iraqi military performed on civilians. I quickly had to change the subject for the both of us. The fact that she hid in her room also explained why nothing got done around the house.“I think we’re getting close to the store. What kind of flowers would you. “There are plenty of hot people of both sexes at school, babe. You can have anyone.” “Yes,” said Sarah. “There are plenty of cute guys at school and some of the girls hit on me all the time but nobody lights my fire. The only one who does is my kid brother and I hate myself for it.” Johnson grimaced and crossed his arms. “Wow, I would have thought you hated Luther.”“I never have,” said Sarah. “Even when he was being a pain. I love him, Johnson. He’s my kid brother. I am such a freak.” “Does he. I cried out, and that seemed to fuel him to move even faster. He began to speak into my ear, heavy and slurred, "That's it, baby girl. Grandpa loves the feeling of his dick sliding between your legs." He began to thrust in a frenzy, and Mildred said "Put your hand down over the top of his dick, baby." So I put my tiny hand down to the area where the hot fat head of his dick was popping up between my legs. He pulled my hair even tighter, and I cried out again. This time, he said, "Thats it.