Lola burst into tears as Flint climbed off her. There were hands on her ankles, lashing ropes around them. Lola jerked up suddenly as her ankles were pulled out toward the foot of the bed. Her thighs were spread wide apart until the tendons on the insides of her thighs were aching with pain. She screamed again, then buried her face into the bedclothes and wept bitterly. She was utterly helpless, her arms and legs pulled out to the limit, her body open for anything Flint wanted to do.

"Well, that looks better," he commented. "Now, show me her ass, Yvette."

"Yes, darling," Yvette purred.

Lola wept and wailed as she felt her daughter pushing her skirt up over her ass, revealing the stretched curves of her legs, the tight material of her tights and her panties beneath.

"They've sot to go," Flint said.

"Oh, yes, darling, I'll do it!" Yvette exclaimed.

Lola trembled to think what Flint was talking about, and she risked a glance in the [missing text]. She wished she hadn't. She couldn't see what Yvette was doing, but she could see Flint's cock and it was even bigger than before, Lola was sure of that.

Then Lola felt something cold and metallic on her back. She lurched as Yvette used a pair of scissors on her tights. Lola screamed, fooling Yvette tearing at her tights. They began to rip easily as Yvette tore the tights away in great handfuls until she ripped off the last of them from Lola's ankles.

"Yeah!" Flint gasped. "You lied, honey, those legs are as good as yours. Fuck, where you think you got them, hey?"

"Oh, darling, come on, you know mine are better," Yvette whimpered, moving her hands over her thighs, spreading them, trying to turn Flint on.

"Get the rod," Flint said. He leaned over the weeping, struggling Lola and ran his hand over her lovely tight asscheeks. "You know, you're even better than I thought you were. Fuck, you got a body on you that would turn any man on."