Taking what he wants

"Your grandfather had a good idea," Phil said, squeezing her breast.

"What are you talking about?" Haley demanded, trying to pull away from him.

Phil sat up, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to him, his face inches from her tear streaked cheeks. "I'm talking about what I saw your grandpa doing - he ate your pussy, and if I hadn't come in when I did, he would have **** that little pussy of yours." He reached out with his free hand, forcing it between her legs. "Did you shave for Jay, or do you keep it bald?"

"Don't.... touch me there!" she cried, trying to push his hand away.

His hand went up to Haley's throat, gripping it and holding her face close. "I'll touch where I want to touch," he growled, "and I think I'll be touching plenty. In fact, I think I'll be touching your ..."