"And why is she such a slut, Samantha?" she growled.Sam panicked."I thought you were talking to Daddy," she gasped."You haven't answered my question,"... said Lucy."It's just something I call her sometimes," squeaked Sam."And why do you sometimes just call my daughter a slut?" Lucy stepped further into the room. Bob followed, looking a little panicked himself. She unconsciously put a hand behind her and pushed him back toward the hallway."It's just a word," whimpered Sam."A word like fuck?" All. ”Crying Carol repeated the words. “Hannah, I Love your pussy. I am a pussy eating whore.”Jim spit on Hannah’s pussy. He smacked Carol on the side of the head and pushed her head back down.Jim and Hannah smile as they watched Carol, kneeling, eating out her daughter. Jim knelt next to Hannah and they kissed, laughing at the bitch. Hannah grabbed her Mom’s hair and pushed her head over to Jims cock. “Suck on that, whore.”The teen and her mature lover laughed and kissed as they made her mother. " Kill or sell you girls? Did I ever say that? Look slut, this is what you can count on. I won't hurt you unless you disobey me or try to escape. I will rape you and your friends, over and over. I might someday let you go or maybe never. I may loan Bree and Sofia out to friends, but rarely. If you girls get to be too much trouble, I'll sell your scrawny asses to some whorehouse overseas." What about...Uhmm...you know...birth control?" she said haltingly, her face red with embarassment."I don't. I hold her against the wall and she strokes faster, her other hand slips a few fingers into her pussy."Are you going to fuck me hard, baby?" She asks.My only response is to step in closer. She guides my cock into her soaked pussy with a soapy hand. I slide deep into her and her pussy clenches around my cock. She clenches her hands onto my shoulders as I start to fuck her. My right-hand holds her leg up and my left-hand latches onto her breast, I pinch the nipple between my two fingers."Fuck,.