‘Have a good time this afternoon?’ ‘Ah…yeah…’ Jason replied. He found it a little disconcerting to have Brenda be aware of what he and her... mother were doing, even though she clearly didn’t mind. ‘We had a nice time, dear,’ Karen said. ‘What on earth are you doing?’ ‘What does it look like, I’m making dinner,’ Brenda replied. ‘We got done early at the stable, so I came home and decided to cook.’ ‘Well, that’s a change,’ her mother said. ‘How’s it going?’ Brenda shrugged. ‘I think I’ve gotten. He pulls my hair again, making me kneel. With one hand he pinches my clit repeatedly making me shiver with both pain and pleasure. The other hand glides up my belly and over my breast, stopping momentarily to tweak my nipple before stopping at my chin. He pulls me into him, he's still hard, and his lips are next to my ear. He tells me that he's going to fuck me like the whore that I am, and while he does that I'm going to lick her pussy and make her come. He releases my chin and pushes me back. He groped at her and called her a "filthy little slut". He felt her getting sopping wet, and knew she was enjoying it. He told her so, and then he surprised her again. He pulled out of her sopping wet pussy, and then shoved it into her ass.Sherri felt it at her ass entrance, and didn't consider saying the code word yellow, or red, for a moment. She wasn't prepared, stretched or lubricated. She knew it would hurt, and she said "Please No, God No." and he forced himself into her. It hurt, God. Not only were they quite content to be plump, they had almost no experience at all of thinner people. All the images they ever saw were of similarly overweight people. And the images of sexual attractiveness to which they aspired were of men and women who in Qafira’s hometown would have been laughed at for their very obesity. And furthermore, these were people whose appetite for sex was way beyond what Qafira would have once considered decent. They were always at it. With almost no apparent.