I suppose they get used to doing that. We met two of the Representatives that were sponsoring the bill, Laurie Wright and Bobby Witt, to go over my te...timony one last time.We walked across the street to some sort of office building and into a hearing room. It was full of reporters and I took a deep breath before sitting down in front of the microphone. I read my prepared statement and took a few questions. They were all sympathetic, and covered stuff I'd gone over with Anna. When all of the. I gasped as I watched him gratuitously groping my tanned meat. I pushed up my chest as his hand squeezed my small hard breasts, moving down my flat stomach straight in between my legs. I closed my eyes and braced myself as he brazenly grabbed me with his full hand in my crotch. My gyrating hips got a life of its own as he roughly pushed into my neatly trimmed dark pubic hair, his thick hairy fingers sliding in between my red swollen pussy lips. I felt his cold rings rubbing against my hot. It is a peaceful place, tourist buses stop here a couple of times a week and there always seems to be a few holidaymakers in the caravan park all year round. But this all changes around Christmas. For several weeks every summer my small town explodes into a hive of tourism. The caravan park is booked out, usually many months in advance, as is the hotel as well as local football oval which becomes a makeshift, tent only, camping ground. Market stalls and a small carnival always seem to magically. ”Dad: (shouting) “This is your last warning. Let her go.”He came forward to catch me. I realized the bedroom door was just behind my mom. I immediately pushed her in and closed the door before dad could reach me. Dad started banging the door in anger and shouted, “How dare you!”I immediately pulled her blouse, and it tore away.Mom: “Aah!”Me: “Do not shout, daddy, just listen to your wife, moan. Hear how she enjoys me. Today she is mine.”Meanwhile, my hands roamed all over her body. Mom was just.