Oh, that was close! What if her mother had seen her? What if she had seen her own daughter kneeling outside the window, watching this horrible scene and not doing anything about it? As it was, Sharon was unsure of how she would ever deal with her mother again. But at least Janice didn't know her own daughter was out there watching… watching and getting excited, aroused by what was going on.

"Uhhh… oh, too tight, too tight… you're tying me up too tight," Janice cried, tears beginning to form once more in her eyes.

"Too fuckin' bad, bitch."

Using the legs of the pantyhose, Hank bound her ankles tightly together with a double figure-eight, then bound her ankles to her wrists until her body bowed out, arms and legs cinched together. Janice tried tugging herself free and found, to her dismay, that there was little she could do. Her muscles tensed and bulged against her flesh as her body rocked from side to side. But the belt and the pantyhose held fast, refusing to be loosened.

"Gotta keep your fuckin' mouth shut, slut," Hank muttered.

He slipped off the bed after rolling Janice back onto her ass, and rummaged through the top bureau drawer once more, finally pulling out a small roll of adhesive tape.

"No! No!" Janice screamed, wriggling back up on the bed like a snake, her head banging hard against the Mediterranean-style headboard.

"Good thing I thought of it. You'd probably bring the fuckin' cops over here," Hank muttered, clutching his sweat-darkened jockstrap in one hand and moving toward the bed. Janice shrank back a little more, jerking her head away when he tried shoving the filthy piece of underwear into her mouth.

"No!"

"Come on and suck on it baby, suck on my jock like you sucked on my prick." He grabbed her hard by the hair once more.

Sharon winced, almost feeling the tearing pain of pulled hair as Mr.