”“That wasn't too bad, now was it?” Joan asked once we'd gotten back in the car.“I don't know,” I half mumbled, my hands still shaking.“Th... guy at the counter really gave you the eye,” she quipped.“I saw that, and I didn't like it.”“Now you know how us real women feel,” she added, with emphasis on the 'real.'“I thought you women liked it when we look?”“I'll bet he looked at you and thought 'I'd like to do her,'” she said as she glanced over at me, and continued. “Just like our cousin used to do. One of her cousins commented on her dress and how pretty it was. I watched as my wife took the hem and flaired it out and spun around as to model it. Her cousin asked about her boots next, when she did my wife put a foot up on one of the dinning room chairs and pulled up her dress so they could see the boot better. From where her cousin was standing I guess she could see up my wife's dress, she giggled and said are you wearing stockings you floozie? My wife having zero shame said I always wear. Married at 18, she had helped put her husband through college as she raised first a son and now this spawn of Satan. She had decided to go back to college to get ”a life” of her own, but now….That morning she had been forced by her daughter to dress in nearly every piece of lingerie she had and pose for pictures. She also had performed her first ever lesbian acts… upon her own daughter. It had been that or her daughter would destroy her.Two years had passed. She was only 10 months from. "Dewayne was hard now and didn't waste time, coming around and slipping his cock into me a second time. I kept my eyes on Marsha, moaning loudly as he pushed in. "Oh, does he feel good Marsha! His cock is so smooth. Strong. Hard. I can feel he really wants me. He'd rather fuck me a second time than have you once," I said, sexually tormenting her. My words pushed her over the edge she'd been hugging. She screamed and struggled against her bonds as she bent her legs in as much as she could,.