“That’s a good little whore” Jack cackled as my daughter contined to sob. Jim was staring at my daughter’s nipples, watching me kneed them gently as he rubbed the buldge growing in his own pants. Xxnx “Not going to ask her, Jack?” Jim asked me as he raised the barrel of his pistol back to my face, “then perhaps you should just check it for yourself.” With that Jim moved the gun from my face and placed the barrel into my daughter’s ear. “Turn around and face us, and have a seat on the carpet in front of us” he demanded. Go on, undo those jeans, Jack. “Pretty hot stuff, huh Jack?” I could smell the cigarettes on his breath as he continued to whisper right by my ear.
