I once again began to whimper my protests before Griffin growled, “Shut the fuck up.”“Yeah, fuck the whore,” I heard one of the voyeurs utter,... before the other two commenced chanting in agreement. By this time, I was happily hyperventilating with horniness.Griffin instantly went to work with two spearing fingers as I bleated my discomfort. Uncomfortable as it was, however, the soreness was incredibly stimulating.What also soon became clear, was how strong Griffin was as his powerful thighs. "You filthy bitch!" she cried, and, before she could even think about it, she swung and slapped the tall blonde. Ingrid stepped back and held her cheek, but she still had the remnants of a smirk on her face."That," Ingrid said slowly, "was stupid."Maria stepped forward again, and her breasts brushed Ingrid's. "If you want it this way, you slut, then my lawyer and I will drag both of you through--"--UGH!" Maria grunted in surprise and pain as Ingrid's fist slammed into her stomach."Don't you. I told her “Anytime you disobey us, he pays for it. You hear that Willy? If she fucks up, you pay! But keep in mind Miss Carson, if he fucks up, you pay. So be careful”“We’re waiting” I said as I approached her. Grabbing her ponytail I whispered in her ear, “Here is your choice bitch. Either you take off your clothes, or we are going to rip and tear every stitch off your fucking body. Now, think about this. If you take off your clothes, you can put them back on. If we rip them off of you,. The entire apartment was sparkling clean, and litter that had accumulated for months was stowed in its proper place. The delicious aroma of food was heavy in the air. ‘I found the makings of a meatloaf in the refrigerator. It should be ready in just a couple of minutes. Go wash up.’ The meat loaf that she had fashioned out of onion soup mix, bread and I don’t know what else, along with canned string beans and canned potatoes was excellent. I even opened a bottle of red wine that I had laying.