This was awful! Yes, she should knock on the window, rap on the glass as loudly as she could to let them know that somebody was there. She could duck away, rush through the bushes out to the street before either Mr. Harrington or her mother could see her. After an hour, she would come back from the movie she was supposed to be at. Maybe it would be all over then. Maybe Mr. Harrington would just go away, and never come back.

"Yeah, maybe I'm gonna grab her the next time I've over and fuck the shit outta that little girl. Nice, young cunts," Hank said, smacking his lips. "Ain't nothin' like fuckin' girls like your daughter."

Hank was tormenting Janice purposely, enjoying her mounting horror and revulsion. The woman twisted wildly against her bonds, her legs jerking so hard that the muscles and tendons bulged against her damp flesh while the cords stood out against her throat. And all the while, the headboard clattered against the wall, the blows leaving small, hairline cracks in the light-blue plaster.

"Then I could fuck you… dip into one, then the other," Hank went on, following his filthy train of thought. "You'd dig that, seeing your daughter tapped right there in front of you."

"Mmmfmmmffffff!"

Beads of perspiration broke out on Janice's forehead as she kept jerking on the bed, wildly trying to bring her hands out of the silken bonds. But there was nothing she could do. Hank toyed with her for a while longer, then braced both big hands on her shoulders, holding her flat down against, the bed.

"Okay, baby, I've had enough of this shit. We're gonna get down to some serious business, some real business here," he said, his eyes burning with sexual frenzy.

Sharon saw the glare and groaned, closing her eyes as particularly powerful spasm passed through her pussy and sapped the strength from her. She was so hot now, so very, very hot watching this pervert fuck her mother! She felt her damp crotch panel sticking strangely to her bloated cuntlips while her clit was getting so hot and stiff! How she wanted to touch herself, to reach under her skirt and rub her fingertips over the damp nylon pressing so excitingly against her cunt. But now, that would be going too far!