It felt good to be in the fresh air. Walking quickly to the sidewalk, Arlette avoided the streetlamp, afraid her mother or that stranger would see her leaving. Folding her arms across her tits, the young teen walked slowly toward Santa Monica Boulevard, her sandals scraping over the cracked concrete. Who was that man? Again, the question came to her mind as the cool air lifted her hair from her shoulders. Traffic was heavy on the boulevard tonight, row upon row of bright headlamps beading the broad avenue, and gaudy neon lights invited the curious into various bars.

Arlette looked at the scene, then closed her eyes and felt a delightful shudder pass over her cunt. Could she accuse her mother of something she also felt? She had witnessed something horrible. Yet she had done nothing to prevent it. She had enjoyed watching that man tie her mother up, had loved seeing Monica bound, then slapped and burned, and finally fucked out of her mind in that wild, perverse position! Even now, Arlette felt her flesh burn as she thought of that big man. Was he fucking her mother now? Did he have her between his powerful arms and legs, feeding her his massive cock, giving her one last fuck before he had to leave?

"My God!"

Glancing down at the blue face of her digital watch, the girl saw it was nearly ten. One more hour, and she would go home, pretending nothing unusual had happened. But how her world had changed. Turning south, the young woman walked back past her home, seeing the bedroom lights were still on. Fucking! All the girls in school talked about it, giggled about it, fantasized about it. Arlette laughed along with the rest of them, certain her time would come sooner or later. She had never felt particularly aroused with any of the guys around school or her neighborhood – certainly, nothing like what she had just experienced!