He was the owner of a strip club, and was willing to pay my mom twice what she was getting from John. Bill was another around 40, single, muscular loo...king, and black. He had a thing for white girls, and wanted my mom since he saw her the first time. Mom became a waiter and a stripper at Bills stripclub. Bill had us move into a house he owned, and had mom dressing even sluttier than John. Bill was into stockings, and had mom wear sexy stocking with her minskirts everywhere she went. He started. It felt so good as he went deeper and deeper. “Don’t hold back darling” I moaned “fuck me like you fuck your hookers”. He chuckled and then pounded me. I squealed, I moaned, I screamed, it was the best fuck ever. He paced himself too and after I came I pleaded with him to cum and he did just that. Boy did he come. I have never felt so full, ever. He pulled out and rolled on to his back. I glanced down and was shocked. He was still hard. I couldn’t resist and immediately went down on him sucked. Sandra snuggled close to me and hummed happily. I felt her hands stroking my chest and then my stomach; my anticipation grew, along with something else, as her caresses descended slowly down my body. Finally she reached her goal and I gasped."My, my, you are happy to see me this morning, aren't you?" What a difference a day makes..." I sang to her.She smiled, "Do you know how long I've waited to hear you sing again?" ... twenty-four little hours..." I continued, deliberately tuneless."Then. There in the middle of grass was an old drum with a gas can and match book on the ground next to it. Tommy stood the girl next to the drum and asked her what her name was. "Anne" she said in a diminutive voice. Slap! He hit so hard she fell to the ground. Tommy was sure his neighbors had heard the slap as well. He yelled at her to get up. She struggled but managed to get up despite the shackles and chains. Tears streaked across her face but she proudly held her head up. He told she no longer.