Her mouth was growing dry now, and her chest tightened. Arlette found herself breathing with wheezing sounds, and she again worried about her mother and that man called Jack overhearing her. And again, she dismissed that possibility. Mother and her new lover were too interested in one another and what they were doing to each other to be concerned over her. No, they were going to go through with this sick little scene even if the police were kicking down the front door with guns blazing!

"Oooooohhhhh!" Monica moaned. Arlette started to breathe harder, having slipped one hand under her white, cotton short-sleeved blouse. She was rubbing her warm, naked belly flesh, her hands slowly working lower, beyond the waistband of her panties. It was a little hard to squeeze her fingers past the skirt. Reaching around with her other hand, the girl unfastened the slide button, then half unzipped her skirt, loosening it enough so she could slide her hand down, down into the blonde cunt thicket of her pussy.

"Mmmmmm…" the teenager sighed. Arlette stiffened, her fingertips now touching the stiff, red little clit. It was as if someone had touched her with a live electric needle. Standing there, her knees knocking together, her body damp with perspiration, Arlette began fingerfucking herself.

"This oughtta do it." Jack pulled out a pair of nylon pantyhose, then another pair, examining them closely, then slamming the drawer shut.

"Get ready, baby, really get ready!" Jack snarled, crawling back on the bed. Monica's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in a lungful of air to feed her twisting body. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week!"

"Oh, yes, yes," she gasped, eying the pantyhose, then moving her gaze back up to the handsome man's sweat-streaked face and smiling. "Tie me up. Oh, God, do it, do it to me!"