This was terrible news, but at least she wasn't leaving me to face him alone. I was screwed, but I could not do nothing. What he got from me he'd have... to fight for and take every time until I took my last breath. No way would I ever surrender and become his damn sex slave. She said she understood, but she had no fight left in her. Her hope was that by giving him anything he wanted, he might leave his resisting mother alone. I didn't believe that for one second. I was the grand prize for a boy. Taking in a deep breath, she sent the silent order to her bladder and her nether-lips spread as her piss shot from her and arched down into the washing machine. The patter of the piss hitting the metal was turning her on as she continued to let her pee rain freely and she reached a hand under her shirt to roll a pebbled nipple. She scooted a little more to aim at the hamper for dirty clothes with some dark towels and clothes in there that needed to be washed. The red-head watched in. When we were in high school , Lydia was a cheerleader and her and her group of friends were what I would call Dick Teases. They were all pretty, but I never spent any time trying to date them because of their famous reputation of not doing anything. I heard they would laugh about the boys trying to feel them up, and none of the girls would let the guys get anything. I spent my time go after the girls from the Catholic School because they were much easier. The girls all got married young and. She lifted the skirt of her dress and slipped two fingers down the front of her knickers just to see if she was right. She was, and felt aroused, and left her fingers where they were for a moment, and felt her fingers slide along the lips of her private pussy and gasped with erotic awareness that servitude seemed to mingle with sexiness in her case at least. She moaned with passion, but just at that moment, she heard Melissa and Chiara coming back down the stairs and quickly removed her fingers.