They were strong hands, kneading my shoulders, then caressing my neck and down my back, warming me. I felt strangely groggy, I could not remember wher... I was; or whose hands were on my back. I was sure he was not my beloved husband…I suddenly was fully awake now, my mind racing as those hands moving languidly down my spine, describing slow circles. My arms were stretched above my head, firmly bound to the headboard.Pinned down on my stomach, I could not turn even my head.I then discovered it. I could only see a few things and couldnt understand at the time, but my mom filled in the gaps later in life. My moms boss was a big, fat, black man called John. He was about 40 at the time, married, and ugly looking. My mom was 17 or 18. John had been harrassing and touching my mom since day one, saying she could have anything she wanted if he owned her. The day after we left grandmas place, my mom was determined to get through. I dont know if it was circumstances, or she needed and excuse to. Sally adjusted the straps, pulled on the band and said, "even though thisis a t-shirt bra with a little padding, you still are not filling outyour cups. Let me try this other bra on you, it might fit you better."Wow, this other bra was really shaped, what I call a hard cup form bra,has three section cups making my breasts somewhat pointed and again softpink and tons of lace. I loved the shape and projection. I never had sucha large bustline. I wonder how it will look under my shirt?Still Sally. Mary was now rapidly fingering herself as she watched her friend on my cock crying out in pleasure, groaning loudly Kira was also rubbing her pussy rapidly.I held onto Stacy's little hips and started to thrust into her harder and she really started to scream.Then Mary started screaming loudly and then pulled her fingers out dripping in her own juices and flicked them at me."Oh yeah you like that?" she groaned then she stepped closer and dipping her fingers back into her shorts she pulled them.