"My mother screamed, "I made an appointment for you to have your hair done, but it's too late. Your boyfriend will be here to pick you up in less than... an hour." He is not my boyfriend, and I'm not going anywhere with him." You are going to the prom tonight, and you are going to have a good time," shrieked my mother."Upstairs," said my father."No!"Suddenly, my father had me over his shoulder, and was climbing the stairs.I was slugging him in the back, but he never faltered. He tossed me on my. The more they fucked the hornier they got with each other. Keith's behaviour got more and more x-rated and Anam revelled in the 'attention' from Keith. She still wore her traditional clothes and headscarf most days, knowing that Keith couldn't resists her in them, he would always slap and pinch her ass, touch her up, grope her crotch and kiss her in them and always make her sit on his lap, he would also make dirty and disrespectful names and comments to her. She knew he wanted to defile them. As for her body, both breasts were round and weighty, which made them sag just a bit, but they still were amazing for a woman in her forties.He knew they were C cups, having seen their size from the bras she constantly had laying around the house, even having stolen one. And while her washboard abs and tits were plenty nice, he loved her thicker bottom half. All of his mom’s squats and similar exercises gave her wide, curvy hips and a fat, juicy ass, though it sat up high and tight at the same. She thought of the girl, black pretty, and with no earthly hope of survival, she must be in another room somewhere down here , being slowly used, and… to death…she shuddered, returning to these twin-points of red hot pain, she realised he was lowering her to release her, he uncoupled the lift, at last she could see his face, smiling, leering, eyes like coal, searching for signs of her pain and discomfort, of submission, she would show him, it would take more than nipple clamps… His mind was.