It was a clicking sound that brought Betti back to life. She looked up, peering over her high-riding tits only to see Jack with a long switchblade in his right hand. She had seen him playing with the thing in Tina's back yard, holding Joe's fascination as he flicked the weapon in tight little spirals into a tree trunk. Now he was holding the steel blade straight up, the glistening point nearly touching the top of his forehead. He moved between her widely spread thighs once more, lowering the knife blade until the steel touched her inner thigh.

Betti strained against the ropes, holding her breath while staring wide-eyed at what the man was doing. He turned the blade, letting the cutting edge rest lightly against her flesh. Then he drew the knife up, barely touching her skin. A long white try followed the weapon while Betti's flesh quivered at the touch. She strained against the ropes, her hips moving against one another while her head shook from terror.

He drew the knife up, up, finally touching her cunt with the flat of the blade. Betti felt a breath explode from her lungs as she fell back against the roof of the car. Straining against the ropes until her thigh muscles cramped, the girl tried wriggling back, tucking her cunt away from the threatening knife. But Jack followed her closely, standing the blade up on end and touching her clit with the pointed tip while he rocked it from side to side.

Betti lay stiff, a slight tremor rippling through her quiet body. She expected the blade to come cutting through her cunt at any second.

When Jack pushed the sharp edge of the blade against her cuntal mouth, Betti lost control, feeling piss bubbling from her pussy.