"You gonna fuck her?" Tommy asked. "You gonna put your cock in her, Freddie?"

"I might."

"We could get in trouble," Tommy warned. "I thought we were just gonna tie her up and look and feel. She's gonna tell on us."

"Janice won't say anything," Freddie replied. "She knows we can grab her anytime we want."

He fucked his finger in and out of her tight, hot cunt.

Janice was sobbing again, but not with pain. Her cunt was strangely moist, and there was a sensation in and around it that she had never felt before. It seemed to her that Freddie's finger went awfully deep, and her cuntlips seemed about to tear, the way they stretched around his finger. Freddie pulled his finger from her pussy, then pinched the tender lips together, bringing a muffled cry of pain from Janice. He laughed, pinching her cunt again.

Janice tried to move, but that was impossible. Searing pain shot through her body as Freddie kept pinching the lips of her cunt.

CHAPTER TWO

Susan Burke entered the house, feeling the air-conditioning cool her body immediately. She dropped her packages on the couch and went to the kitchen for a cold glass of water.

She was a tall willowy woman. In her early thirties, she had lost none of her good looks. Her dark hair swung about her shoulders, glittering from constant brushing. Her dress swirled about her long legs in a most attractive manner. Her tits, still firm with uptilted nippies, strained at the bodice.

She was a happy woman, even though divorced for the past two years. The only thing marring her happiness was the behavior of her two sons. They refused to obey her, running wild around the neighborhood. She was afraid they would get into serious trouble some day. She had no control over them anymore, not since losing their father. She was going to have to do something about them, she felt, and soon.