He came slightly more awake as he wondered what Anne was up to. The hand slid slowly over and down between Paul's legs. She ran her fingertips along h...is lower lips very lightly at first, until they reached the nub of his clitoris.Then, slowly but deliberately, she slipped a finger inside him. Paul couldn't contain the breathy gasp that escaped from him. She knew he was awake now. She withdrew from his aroused pussy and turned her attention to his breasts.First she caressed them with her hand,. "Fuck. It's Mom's slime-bag boyfriend of the week, Steve. Every time he looks at me I feel like I need a shower, like his eyes are cockroaches crawling over me. I drop the bottles and head for my room. He's there standing in the hall, like some big, sweaty, drunk bear."Can you move? Or are you too drunk?" I say sweetly. "Pfft. Why am I even asking?" I say, rolling my eyes and trying to inch past him. He puts his hand out clumsily, pushing me into the wall."You little slut. You don't fucking. As I slowly adjusted, I found myself pushing back to meet in time with his thrusts. He pushed forward with so much power, I found myself occasionally bonking my head off the cabinets in front of me. With every thrust, Daddy smacked my ass as hard as he could. I could actually feel my ass turning bright red and I felt tears running down my face. But every hit made my pussy get wetter. I reached up to finger fuck myself, I wanted to feel stuffed full. While Daddy thrust hard enough to split me in. There were two of them. One was black withdreadlocks, the other white with a gold tooth. They both had knives. Flickknives. One, the black one, was carrying handcuffs. Amy stood up and I followed, she seemed calm, icy calm. I wasn't. The white one had all the mouth. The black guy stood quiet. "Put your hands behind your back!" we were close now, very close, so closeI could smell his breath. Amy stood her ground, "Why do you want us to do that?" she asked quietly. It was meant to hurt her and.