"What's he talking about?" Betty asked.

"Nothing, Betty, nothing. Hank's just joking. He…"

"No joke, baby. I wanna see the two of you makin' it… right there," the boy said, pointing to a mattress shoved to one side of the water heater.

Betty froze. Her hand pulled away from the fat cock. As she rubbed her fingertips against her skirt, she shook her head. Had she heard right? Yes, she had! The teen could tell from the looks on their faces that she had understood them well. Hank wanted her to make it with Annie. Put on some kind of lesbo show!

"No!" Betty gasped.

That was going too far! What kind of degenerate did he think they were?

"You ain't got a choice, do you?"

"I'm going to leave. The two of you can do whatever you want. I don't want to be a part of it," she said, backing away from them.

"Hank, let her go. Please, I don't think…"

"Man, I'm not lettin' this little girl go for a long time. She's your friend, baby. You gotta take care of her. And the best way to take care of her's, to warm up that cunt. Come on, Betty, come on and suck it, suck my girl's pussy."

The words were too horrible for her to stand there and listen to. Covering her ears, dropping her purse to one side, Betty rushed from Annie's side, past Hank and toward the stairs. She heard a commotion behind her as she gripped the handrail. She managed to climb two steps. On the third step, the girl felt fingers wrapping around her long blonde hair. There was a tentative tug, then a hard yank. It felt as if someone had poured burning gasoline on her scalp! The girl screamed, her eyes widening while both hands shot forward. The pain was so great the girl dropped to her knees, her body crashing to one side. Hank kept pulling at her hair, cussing behind her, telling her there was nowhere for her to run until he let her. With a sob of defeat, Betty slipped down the stairs on her knees, tears in her eyes.