He had me under his control and didn't even know it."I want you and Steve to get together if that's what you want. I have no problem with you and him.... In fact, I find it pretty hot, oddly enough. Thinking about you and Steve fucking is a big turn-on for me." Would you watch us, Daddy?" If that's what you both wanted, I'd love to."By the time I dressed in a bright little sundress, the football game was just starting. Dad took the chair, Steve the couch. A big pitcher of sangria was on the table. The protection of a huge pharmaceutical company had also attracted her, it meant that the former lovers financial legacy was paid off and nobody would be looking for her to ask why he had turned up in a storm drain with too many holes in him.Her thoughts were interrupted by Trisha's voice again. "Laney Hon, three twenty two is here. You sure you want to go through with this babe? It's not too late to pull out." Aw thanks Trish, me and old three twenty one will be just fine. Could you turn the. (I thought it was PUB-erty, until I looked it up in a dictionary.) During this phenomenon, I would grow hair under my arms, and on my legs, and that many girls shave their underarms and legs, as the smooth skin was more pleasing to the eye. (EWWWW, hair under my arms, YUCK!) I would also grow hair on my pubic area (where the hell is my pubic area, oh right, turn the page), a diagram showed a female pubic area, sans hair of course. Well, I whipped down my shorts and panties and breathed a. Then strangely the screams stopped as Becky’s pain level peaked and her brain overloaded in pain signals from her tortured ass. Roberta continued whipping her with the cord until she was nearly to the point of going unconscious before stopping.Becky lay on the cold bathroom floor, moaning and whimpering, her ass and thighs looking like a roadmap of red welts and stripes, some dribbling drops of blood and all surrounded by a field of pink and red flesh.Roberta stood over her, breathing heavily.