The two busty mothers' left the stairwell sometime later, Susan pushing an awake and well rested Kathy in her stroller and Ann carrying a groggy, much abused, sore...and temporarily orgasmed out Sarah in her arms. Natalie, the well built blonde's three year old daughter, walked obediently beside her mother; and two year old Joan rode in the cart.

"That was so fucking good!" Ann was saying, referring to seeing Sarah get bound, whipped and violated by four teenage girls' moments ago in the dim stairway. "I'm glad I took my panties off, but I must be dripping halfway down my thighs! Seeing her hurt like that was such a rush for me, even better than hurting her myself...in fact it gave me some ideas I can't wait to try at home!"

"Sounds nice." Susan, the brunette, replied in a carefully neutral tone. Her own nipples burned and her pussy ached with lust from watching her new friend's seven year old daughter put through some very strenuous paces. She couldn't - wouldn't- deny that the S&M show had gotten to her on one level or another, but at the same time she wasn't entirely sure she felt all that comfortable with what had been done to the child. Still, Sarah was a...

"It's not like she minded or anything." Ann pointed out, sensing Susan's conflict and trying to put her at ease. "Sarah's a masochist. I've raised her that way because I'm a sadist. She enjoys regular fucking just fine but put her in a humiliating position or give her some pain and she comes hard. Hard for a seven year old I mean."

"Yeah I guess." The brunette replied, brightening just a little. The preschooler was a masochist, no doubt about that. Susan remembered how her fingers had brushed against the tight, bright red, abused looking lips of the little girl's sex while peeling the drying blue wax off her lower regions. The child had been positively dripping with girl juice, the slippery fluid more abundant than most seven year olds were capable of producing.

"You saw how wet she was, hell, you Tasted her!" Ann went on, growing more excited from the memory. "And you even heard her say thanks."

Susan considered it. All that had been said was true. She HAD ducked her head between the petite autistic girl's widely spread legs -Sarah had been suspended upside down with a sort of spreader bar holding her thin legs apart and suspended in mid air by her ankles at the time- and given her abused young twat some wet soothing licks with her hungry, talented tongue and the child had come off hard again. She tasted of a sexy mixture of preteen twat lube, fresh urine -during the intense, painful, sadistic session Sarah had uncontrollably pissed herself- and salty sweat; a combination that Susan found irresistible. Succulent and earthy hot.

"I'm just wondering what it would be like to see Kathy abused like that." The brunette mother bit her lip as she played the possibilities though her mind. "It was sort of a turn on."

"Damned right!" Ann agreed wholeheartedly. "And seeing your baby roughed up would be even hotter!" The big titted blonde licked her lips and looked down at the innocent little ten month old in the stroller. Kathy was playing with the sticky pools of cum that coated her bare chest and plump little belly......(cont)