You will not resist if I or other men decide to take you up your tight little ass, and will, in fact, enjoy it,” Mark told his daughter, and then wa...ted her programming hour to be over.Right on time the extremely sexy young redhead came out of her trance. She was sitting on the sofa with her father beside her. He was looking at the beautiful fifteen-year-old. Her mother was sitting on the other side of her.“Am I in trouble?” the teen asked, in her sweet soft voice. Looking at her father. We talked about it and it was a fairytale. We had dinner at my house, his family, and mine. We had a wonderful time, until my mother stood up, and said that she could not let me go. She told Dycke that she knew how much he loved me, and she knew she was going to hurt him. However, she wanted me to be in a place, where she could reach out, and touch me, at any moment, of the night or day, to see my face, and talk to me. I looked to Dycke, for help, and he just looked at me. I thought it was one. ?Then she started slapping my breasts. It hurt so much. I was squealing and screaming into my gag. She pulled my little nipples up over my quivering body till it felt like she was ripping them off my body. After her hands left my sore breasts, she lowered her hands to my shorts and yanked them off as well as my panties till they were around my shoes. I squeezed my legs as tight as I could. She smiled as she drooled over my bright red snatch.?Spread your legs my little bitch!!!?She. . WHAT! Stormy, what are you ... Oh, Good Lord! Will you get out of here?”Holly and Molly started laughing, while Marilyn and I tried to push the gigantic beast off our laps. We were noticeably unsuccessful, and Stormy ended up sitting between us facing the camera.Me: “Idiotic mutt! Will somebody go get us a soup bone?” (I looked back to Bob.) “This thing really is a publicity hound, in every meaning of the phrase!”We had to wait a couple of minutes while somebody scurried off to the kitchens.