"You're gonna back off now, baby." Monica opened her eyes just in time to see him stretching out one hand toward her. At first the woman thought he was going to touch her pussy once more, and she flashed him a dreamy, relieved smile. Then her smile faded quickly as she realized he had a cigarette in that hand. "No!"

Monica jerked back, her hair splashing over her shoulder blades while her fingers gripped the ropes holding her arms back. Her eyes widening, the woman saw the red, burning tobacco, the smoke curling up toward the ceiling as Jack held it inches from her right knee. It moved closer, the warmth reddening her flesh. Monica began to whimper, tears flooding her eyes.

"Ohhhhh!" she whined.

Arlette sucked in a ragged breath, her fingers plowing into the wet furry cunthole pulsing against her hand. He was going to burn her, going to burn her mother with that cigarette! The young teen felt her heart beating more wildly than before, and her rushing blood scorched her veins. Monica was jerking her thighs up and down now, her plump asscheeks bouncing off her feet. Jack was telling her something about how much she was going to like having that cigarette on her skin. Arlette doubted that. How could that much pain be pleasurable?

"Oh, please, please, don't, don't do this to me," Monica begged in a small voice.

Arlette let out a shivery moan when she heard her mother's strained voice. The sound of Monica's helplessness, her pleas, the way she was bound, and the way Jack was treating her somehow turned the young girl on. She moved her fingers more slowly up and down her fuzzy outer cuntlips, keeping the tips away from her clit for the moment. She had fingerfucked herself several times, but never with such a powerful sexual scene going on in front of her.