" And that's how I began my story. I told her everything. There was no point in hiding it anymore. I told her about the daily beatings, the horrible n...ame calling, how he hit me in front of my mother and vice versa. I told her about his drinking problem, how he turned every day into a living hell and the amount of times the thought of suicide actually entered my mind. Her face was filled with sadness and compassion. She placed one hand on mine. " You poor thing. I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I. Despite the panic she must have been feeling, Mrs. C. maintained her position on the floor with her hands firmly clasped behind her back. Greg began to coo soft words of encouragement to her as he stroked her hair with one hand."That's a good whore. You're doing very well. It's feeling great. Now let's keep working more of that cock into your throat. I want to see all 8 inches of it, buried in your mouth."With a gentle nudge on the back of her head, she began to work its length back into her. Now here she was, sitting on the sofa next her trying not to stare at her. She excused myself to go pee. She shut the door and lowered her shorts and underwear. Her panties were wet! Was it from the movie? Certainly it had to be. It couldnt be from sneaking peeks at Dot, could it? She emptied her bladder and wiped. Before pulling up her clothes, she ran a finger between her pussy lips and gave them a tug. Mmmmmm…, that felt good. She knew how sexed up she was and lightly fingered herself. She. Her tits shone like a metal chrome body now. Her ass glistened and made my cock even harder. I imagined unloading on that giant ass. The chair wobbled a little, so I paced myself and focused on her lips, imagining them being kissed. I was close to cumming now and she was almost done. I unfolded the piece of paper and aimed my cock towards it. Her hands now rubbed her body clean in general manner and it turned me on even more. I imagined touching her all over like that, cleaning soap off her.I.