Lola wept, her face buried in the bedcover. "Look at me, bitch! I wanna make sure you understand this!"

Lola kept her face down, her twat making the cover wet as she gasped for air.

Then she screamed as Flint grabbed a handful of her lovely dark-blonde hair. He hauled her head up until she was staring at him in the mirror.

"You gotta learn to obey, bitch!" he snapped, jerking her head hard. "I'm gonna whip this lovely little ass of yours. And Yvette's gonna be sucking my cock, if you wanna watch. Then I'm gonna take the gag off and ask you if you're gonna scream. You better give the right answer, okay?"

Lola didn't believe him, it was too terrible to think about. She lay there, weeping bitterly, out of her mind with fear.

She heard Yvette come back in, heard her daughter giggle. She felt Yvette pulling the sides of her panties into the crack of her ass, revealing the luscious globes as she jerked on the bed.

Lola was bent at the waist and her ass was sticking up, naked and ready. She risked another glance in the mirror.

What she saw froze her.

Flint was standing over her, a thin rod in his hand that was poised over her ass. And there, on her knees, was Yvette, her fingers running over Flint's massive cockshaft, her lips pouting and kissng at it.

Lola screamed into the gag, seeing the rod lash downward. She jerked on the bed as the thin rope whipped into her tight asscheeks. Her muscles went rigid as she writhed against the ropes that bound her to the bed.

He whipped her ass again, a little lower than the previous stroke, beating another thin red line of agony acres hr white face. Lola tossed like, a rag dolls he wbipped her ass a third time.

"Mmmmm, darling," Yvette crooned, sliding her lips over Flint's cockhoad as he lashed her mothers jerking ass again. "Do you want to shoot in my mouth, or wait?"