Hank didn't have to say any more. He was holding her mother by the jaw with one hand, his fingers tightening so hard that Janice began to whimper. She drew her hands to her face, struggling to knock him away. He only laughed at her vain attempt.

"I'm gonna come over here and fuck you when ever I wanna. You don't want that little slut to know what's goin' on between you and me, that's your business. You keep the bitch outta the way."

"No, don't touch her! Oh, my God, yes, I'll do anything you say, but don't touch Sharon," Janice sobbed, her voice registering her defeat.

Sharon had heard enough. The girl felt pain and confusion as she threaded her way through the bushes, stumbling down the cracked driveway onto the sidewalk in front of her house. It all seemed so… so normal. The lights blazed on in the living room, while somewhere nearby she heard a dog barking. Someone was playing jazz in one of the homes across the street. Oh, God, it was so normal, and yet what a scene she had witnessed there between her mother and Hank!

"Must get out of here… must…"

Sharon pressed her fingertips against her lips as she walked half in a daze down the street toward the shopping center three blocks to the south. Reaching the corner of her street and Glendale Boulevard, the young, attractive teen stopped. Headlights passing in front of her from the cars blurred before her tears. She could hardly stand as the throbbing kept up in her cunt. Oh, it was so strong, sapping all her energy! And what she had seen! Even now she could picture her mother bound like that, slapped from one end of the bed to the other, then roped like some low-life animal. And how she loved it! Oh, yes, Sharon could see that in her mother's eyes! Janice loved it, in spite of her protests and screams. How she came, jerking and bucking like that while Hank Harrington filled her cunt with shots of scalding cum.