Matilda knew not to argue. She knew her father would beat her up ... and her little brother as well. She helped Bobby get comfortable in his chair and... then sat down. Whatever appetite she had was gone. She felt nauseous as her father fucked the woman a few feet from her and her baby brother.It didn't take long, and soon her father grunted and thrust into Cathy one last time. His thighs pressed against her buttocks and his head tilted back as he unloaded his spunk. Opening his eyes, he staggered. “You know what. I want to hear you scream with my cock in your asshole. I want to know how much it hurts.” I was stunned. So gentle with my cheek, yet so harsh with the rest of my body.He spat on my asshole. I could feel my cheeks flush again with humiliation. He Pressed his cock against my ass. I knew this would be different. Not thin going in, but 8” of solid rock hard cock. Thick the whole way down. I started to whimper. He spread my ass cheeks further apart. He rubbed the head of his cock. I got back to the table and laid the tray down, making sure to take my time and give anyone watching a nice view of my arse and long, booted legs. Peter was now completely naked and smoking a large cigar, he had stepped out of his trousers, taken his shoes and socks off and laid his clothes over the back of his chair. I liked the image of this large guy being totally at ease sitting there not wearing a stitch as though it was the most natural thing in the world. And I‘ve always had a thing. I Stroked his hair and breathed slightly quicker. While he was feeding on my left nipple he was massaging the other. This mixture of pain of pleasure was enough to push me over the edge...But I just was not there yet.He was angry now. He pushed me backwards and stroked my freshly shaved pussy with those hands while fiddling with his belt buckle. My eyes widened as that monster of a cock was released from his pants. It hanged half way down his leg freely while his apple sized balls swung a.