"No more, Pete!" Lynda whimpered, whip ping her head frantically from side to side. Pete followed her with the lemons, giggling cruelly while he splashed her pretty eyes with the lemon juice. "No more, Pete! No more, Pete! Please, please, please! I can't see already! I can't look at Grady!"

"Here," Pete said with a sneer, levering Lynda's jaws open with one strong hand and dripping the squeezed halves of lemon into her helplessly waiting mouth. "Chew them up and swallow them down, cunt."

Lynda chewed eagerly on the lemons, not caring about the tough rinds or their bitter taste.

After she gulped them down Pete slapped her cheek so hard that it almost knocked her out.

"Such a good job," he whispered mockingly. "Now shake your big ass. Fuck Grady real good and I won't burn your pretty blue eyes anymore."

Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the table to meet Grady's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hips from side to side, wringing the big prick with her hot pussy. She worked her cunt on his cock like a velvet gloved hand, trying to ignore the agony that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

"Yeah," Grady said, locking his strong hands around Lynda's lush hips and jerking her back and forth on his ruining cock. "I'm going to cum, Miss Cartier. I'm going to soak your pussy with some working-class jizz!"

"No," Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady's first blast of cum splattered deep inside her already marshy cunt. "Not again. No… no, not another time!"

"A lot of times," Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, hard cock. "So many times that by the time we're done with you you'll just be one big gooey mound of jism."