"Yes, darling, yes?" Yvette gasped.

She came forward, her eyes still a little red from crying.

"Show me her legs," Flint said.

Yvette leaned over her mother, her eyes flaring. "You bitch, Mom? You had to come home early, didn't you? Well, now you gotta take this, but you won't take me away from Flint, whatever you do, got that?"

Lola struggled, but the handcuffs held her captive, and again she only managed to add to the ache and throb in her wrists.

"You wanna see her legs, darling?" Yvette cooed as she straightened up and smoothed her long blonde hair down. She pouted at Flint and slid the hem of her slipup for him. "Mine are better. What the fuck do you want hers for?"

"DO as you're told!" Flint snapped.

"Yes, darling, yes!" Yvette turned back to her mother. She reached down and slowly begat to slide the hem of Lola's skirt up her thigh.

Lola screamed, trying to close her legs, trying to stop her daughter from doing this horrible despicable thing. Her skirt then went up, showing her thighs until her panties could be seen under her tights.

"Mmm, yeah! Fuck, she has got good legs," Flint said, standing over his fiancee and grinning wildly. "Now, show me her tits."

Lola went berserk, struggling helplessly. She could see Flint's cock getting harder, pointing right at her. She knew he was enjoying her helplessness, but she vowed to get her revenge.

Yvette reached for the neck of her blouse, and Lola screamed harder, throwing herself back, toppling the chair. She wailed as Flint gripped the chair in his enormously strong hand. He pushed it back upright and laughed.

"Okay, let's get her broken in a bit first. She don't really know what's happening, right?"

"Hey, darling, are you go ingto…" Yvette whispered, clutching him, sliding her stockinged leg up his.