Two mothers,actually."Walt turned from the road, fixing her with an inscrutable sunglass-stare."Two mothers? Where are either one of them now? Apparen...tly two aren'tenough. She needs a third."* * *The motel was the best of the bad lot they'd passed after crossing thestate line. It was going on midnight and they were both travel-weary.They'd stopped for dinner at Ma's Flapping Good Flapjack House. They eachhad the signature dish. Walt's stack sparsely studded with pecans,Marcia's with. We were holding on to each other trying to cover ourselves but he wasn’t paying us any attention, he then looked up and started to explain how the next couple of days would go. He basically said that he would ensure our safety even though it is bad luck to have a woman on board but the crew would be allowed to have their way with us. Any perversion that suites their fancy short of letting them kill us or permanently injuring us, if we cooperate we will survive this so it was suggested strongly. She even was making a great effort to become friends with my little sister. Little Bit was standoffish to begin with not knowing what her role was in this new family structure. She had to sleep out on the couch and had to take turns in the single bathroom but when she started her period that seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back. Talking about a little bitch, boy I wondered if she would ever come out of her mood. Carol was a big help keeping her calmed down and actually Little Bit. " She made sure that she wiggled against my cock as she got into position. I held her against me. She felt so incredibly good, and I had to admit this was a view I hadn't really had the privilege of seeing before. I liked it. I just stared and savored the moment. "Are you going to spank me, now?" Are you anxious, Jennifer?" I whispered. "Are you scared or excited?" Yes." It was a sibilant sound hissing through her teeth. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I touched her bottom and petted it..