I didn’t know why I did, but I begged. I couldn’t handle the torture anymore, I wanted them to really f**k me now, wanted them to have me bent over the sink and f****d until that was all I knew.
“Look at you….” Darrel said as he reached forward, his hard chest pressing into my body as he touched one of my mother’s scissors. He was also grinning as if he enjoyed seeing me this wrecked.
What, are they sadists?
“…. Begging like a f*****g slut,” he continued as he ran the scissors down my bum short even though it was already pulled down. “What exactly are you begging for? Us to f**k you?”
My mouth opened, but instead of an answer, all that came out was a shiver, a breath that made it impossible for me to recognize myself, and right after that, I felt three of Darrel’s fingers slip into my
