"She's a good fuck, Billy," Tony said, grinning as he stared between her legs. "Lynn is a damn good fuck."

"Better than your fist, huh," Billy teased. "I guess anything is better than your fist."

"Are you gonna take a turn with her?" Tony asked.

Billy was looking at Lynn's eyes, seeing the fright that returned to them. Lynn groaned, trying to tell them to remove the gag. She twisted against the ropes.

Tony and Billy watched her thrash about, grinning.

Billy tugged at the hair of her cunt, hurting her. She lifted her hips, trying to ease the pain. His evil laugh made her fear more pronounced.

Tony was sitting back on his heels between her legs, watching his brother.

Lynn felt Billy's fingers slide along each side of her clitoris. At first it felt good to her, but then he pinched the tender bud, making her cry out against the gag. He turned to look at her, then pulled painfully at her clitoris. He tried to pull her ass off the bed, using her clitoris as a handle.

Tormented tears flowed from her eyes as she moaned. Lynn arched her hips up in an effort to avoid the pain, and Billy pulled harder yet, grinning at her wickedly.

He was starting to hook his finger into her cunt when the bedside telephone rang.

The boys jumped, startled by the unexpected sound.

"You better answer it," Tony gasped.

Billy lifted the receiver.

"It's Dad," he whispered. "He wants to talk to Lynn. What can I tell him?"

Lynn's eyes bugged out as she strained to scream through the gag.

Tony clamped his hand against her mouth, pushing her head back. "Shut up!" he hissed. "Don't try to scream!"

"She's tied up right now, Dad," Billy said into the phone, smiling. "I'll tell her to call you, sure."

Lynn felt defeat. If only she could, have made enough noise to cause Jake to become suspicious. She had missed her chance.