Semi-conscious, delirious Lisa lay on the bench hoping for any letup in the unrelenting abuse.She could feel death coming on. Her whole body ached alm...ost beyond description. Many parts were raw exposed flesh from being roped. Her face was swollen from slapping. Her pussy was red and swollen from the rough fucking. Shoulders, knees, wrists, every joint ached.She was sick from drinking urine. Her mind slipped in and out of consciousness. There was no way out. No hope. These brutes would. Now here they were, ten years and two kids later. A house and a dog...just a blue collar family that tried their best to live luxuriously on a 20 dollar an hour paycheck. Their children, Becca and Anne, were sleeping soundly in the next room. The sitter was in the living room, munching on a bag of popcorn and dozing to the National Geographic channel. They paid her way too much. But they needed to get out. Diane curled another lock of her long brown hair. She watched it bounce back up. ?She was trembling continuously now, flexing her fingers. Patel decided on a different tack.?Do you have a boyfriend???No.? She sounded puzzled. Her head was dipped again. He stepped close behind her, and sensed how she stiffened as he realised how close he was.?A pretty girl like you? Why not? Are you looking for a good Indian husband??She gave a sob, and her left hand gave way. She pushed herself back into position but her palm had clearly slapped against the wall, her feet slithered two or. I dove into a cubicle, pulled out my phone and earphones and logged into my favourite porn site. took off my jeans, set up my tiny screen of pleasure on the cistern at the back of the wc and start to play, pulling my fore skin back and feeling my sensitive flesh on the lace sent shudders through me, I smiled to myself and my naughtiness. Watching the little screen while it displayed the very nice milf playing with herself, I imagined she was watching me and getting off on it.Little did I know,.