‘Try this one on.’ Elena thrust a cream-white dress at her. Anna went to the changing room. The color looked good against her skin. The collar was... slightly scooped and the bodice fit closely, thrusting up her bust line. She went out to show Elena. Elena agreed. ‘That does look good on you. Let’s try another one. Go back and get out of that one and I’ll bring you another.’ Anna had just pulled the first dress over her head and was standing in bra and panties when she heard a knock on the door.. She pressed his tip against her clit and with a little pressure slid it back between her lower lips. Once she reached her opening she held it there for a second seemingly mentally preparing herself for what was to come. Sara lowered herself over his shaft slowly until she reached her maidenhead. John the whole while looking on in awe as she slowly teased him. With a decisive thrust down Sara forced John’s manhood through her hymen. Sara bit down hard on her lower lip.“Are you ok? We can stop. ” “Fuck you and what you think! Torturing you is giving me more satisfaction than being in a courtroom with you bitch. Now, it’s time for you to suffer for what you did to me.” “Keep those things away from me!” Lori struggled but could not move as Spader slipped the clamps over her nipples. When he released them, the jagged metal jaws began crushing the soft and sensitive knobs of flesh “Take them off! They’re hurting me! They’re crushing my nipples!” “I’m glad they’re uncomfortable. Let me see. That is what really gets you, isn't it. That is why you fuck your daughter: the gentle, innocent eyes looking at you, the warm, soft, youthful skin beneath you, the soft panting of her confused pleasure. You are a pedophile, Mr. Roberts." I love her!" I blurted out, loosing my self-control and weeping uncontrollably."Love..." he paused, "is a wonderful disguise of perversion." He looked back up at my daughter's tear-drenched face. His look seemed almost sympathetic. "When you feel her little.