Outside the window, Sharon inhaled another deep breath. Nothing in her dumb sex education book had ever prepared her for something like this. S amp;M and bondage were new terms to the girl, words she had never heard before. From bits and pieces of snatched conversation held between her mother and Hank, Sharon realized that there were people in the world who enjoyed being tied up, being tormented like this. And it was very, very possible that her mother was one of those!

"Uhhhhhh… oooohhhhhhh!"

"Nice, good and nice and tight. How does that feel?" Hank asked, checking the slipknot once more, then jerking her off the pillow by her bound wrists. He shook her violently back and forth, smiling as her head snapped from side to side, her hair tangling wildly around her throat. Sharon could hear her mother crying out again, watched her huge tits slap wetly together as the big man kept shaking her from side to side. Then, with a growl he shoved her back, watching the woman bounce like a rubber ball against the mattress. Janice shook the hair from her eyes and looked up wildly at the big man about to fuck her.

In a moment, Janice was on her side, already helpless as Hank reached over and bent her knees back. She resisted, her ploy failing as he slapped her hard on the ass with the flat of his hand.

"Oh!" she squealed, her eyes rounding at the dry smack.

"Stop movin' around 'til I get this Goddamned stuff fixed on you. Then you can jerk around as much as you want," he said, laughing softly as he pulled her knees back a little more.

Sharon watched in mute astonishment as Hank pulled her mother's wrists and ankles together, then reached for the pantyhose he had dropped earlier. Sharon gasped, ducking her head down quickly as she saw her mother's eyes scan the opposite wall.