"Ohhhh, I was so good, darling, wasn't I? Tell me I was good, please!"

Flint moved his cock around in her cunt, getting another low moan of submissive pleasure from the little blonde. "Are you sorry for your bad behavior?"

"Oh, yes, darling! You know I am!" Yvette gasped, clutching him light. "Oh, darling, come on! Let me suck your cock hard again, please!"

"And are you gonna help me with your dumb broad of a mother?"

"Yes, darling, anything you want! I'm sorry I was bad, but I want you so much," she sighed, rolling him onto his back. She ran her hand over his yummy cock, then leaned over and licked at the still-hard shaft. "Just tell me what you want!"

She sank her mouth over his prick, taking it in, licking the cum away.

"Mmmmm!" Flint turned and looked at his captive in the chair. "I think we'll take her upstairs. I've always wanted to fuck her in that bed of hers."

"Yes, darling!" Yvette sobbed, her lips caressing his cockhead, her tongue flicking over the cummy flesh.

Lola gave a muffled scream. There was no way on earth she would let Flint fuck her now. She'd rather die.

CHAPTER TWO

Lola struggled as Flint got up and came toward her. Yvette hung on his arm as he leaned over the trembling Lola.

"You like that, honey?" he asked, running his finger over the leather gag. "You like to watch me fuck your daughter? Just nod if you do."

Lola screamed, but nothing except a muffled whimper came out. Her struggles had made her skirt ride up even farther and her shapely thighs were showing.

"You wanna know why I'm marrying you?" he asked softly, running a finger over the gag, grinning at Lola's helplessness. "To get hold of Yvette. Yeah. You're a stuck-up bitch, don't want a cock anywhere near you, right?"

He chuckled and his hand slid over Lola's neck, heading for the open neck of her blouse. His hand stopped at the soft swell of Lola's cleavage. "Okay, Yvette," he said, "let's see how obedient you can be."