Fuck, I'd love to have her cock slapping me in the face while I licked both their balls.
Lucy's kick to my balls was swift and powerful and as I folded up and crumpled to the floor she followed it up with a good flurry of blows to every part of me she could reach.
"How dare you touch my pig, you disgusting old man. You vile, filthy piece of shit. I'll cut your balls off, I'll make you eat your own cock, and then I'll kill you slowly, fingers and toes first. I'll slice you into fucking deli meat you arsehole fucker. You're dead, you hear me, and you'll wish you were dead days before I'm finished with you. Months! You'll be living off scraps of your body for years before I let you die, fucker. You miserable piece of shit. Wait until dad hears about this. How dare you touch MY pig!"
The tirade and blows were still going on when Mike got home. In short order I found myself tied to a chair, naked. My daughter was plastered to Lucy's side for protection and had given a sobbing recounting of everything I had done. She clung on to Lucy like her life depended on it, sending her desperate glances to see her reaction to her failures, her inability to speak out about what I'd done for her.
"Don't worry, sweet piggy," Lucy said in a soothing tone, "it's not your fault. You're just a stupid piggy, I should have seen this arsehole for what he was, always looking. I forgive you, piggy." With that she laid a gentle kiss on Sarah's lips and Sarah's eyes closed in a moment of blissful peace and tranquility. For Sarah it looked like the most perfect moment in the world.
I was about to face my least perfect.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself," Mike asked, as he heated a large metal knife over the open flame on the hob. It glowed red.
I just shook my head. I knew what I had done was vile beyond belief. I was just a seriously fucked up person and I had no excuses. I knew I deserved whatever was to come.
"Spread your legs then." So used to obeying Mike's voice I did so without thought.
"There's only one punishment fitting for someone like you."
With one swift movement he grabbed my cock and balls, pulled them out straight and before the pain could hit me, sliced through them at their base. I just stared open mouthed at the things in his hand as he pressed the burning hot flat of the blade to the wound. Then the pain hit.
They bundled me into the car and drove me several miles away before pushing me out and driving off. My last sight of them was Sarah, looking back at me out of the window before they turned a corner and were gone.
I managed to flag someone down and get them to take me to a hospital where they fixed me up and put in a catheter so I could urinate. When they asked what had happened I told them it was an accident. When they asked where I lived I said I was homeless. They had a policeman come by to take a statement but I came up with a cock and bull story about falling off a motorbike naked. He clearly didn't care enough to follow up. And then I was released.
So that's my story of how I came to be here under this bridge. So, do you want me to suck your cock? I'll do it for a quid. I'll eat your arse if you want? Wait, do you want to piss on me? Wait, please, I'll eat your shit, please, anything, I'm so hungry.
I'm so hungry...
"That's it, piggy," I said in her ear. "I may be pathetic, but I'm not as pathetic as you. You're just a thing to be used. Now fuck yourself on me. Put my dick in your worthless hole."
Her face crumpled and she began crying again, but she reached between us, grasping my dick and raising her hips to meet it.
"That's it, you fuck hole, fulfill your purpose, take my cum."
I fucked into her like I had never fucked a woman before. I had always been weak, felt I was the lowest of the low, but I had now found someone even lower than me. Maybe she was my daughter, but that just meant she had weak jeans. She was born for this, born to be used by anyone and everyone, even her own pathetic father.
I used her all night, barely slept at all, and when I did I'd wake up to find her pressed against me, sobbing, and I'd take her again. She was so easy, so compliant. She'd move into any position I moved her into and would stay there as long as I used her. Nineteen years of frustration I took out on her that night. By the morning she was a cum covered mess. I paid for that night with a day of exhaustion. She paid for it with so much more. She had lost her one respite from Lucy, a loving and caring father.
By all accounts she must not have said anything to anybody. I can't imagine Lucy would have been happy to know Sarah had cum on my cock, not just once but multiple times that night. Sarah stopped seeking me out for chats like she used to, but when Lucy didn't want her around she wasn't allowed to go anywhere else, so it was easy for me to corner her around the house. Nineteen years of suppressed desire for her mother and for any other woman poured itself out in misogynistic glory into my abused daughter. I made her suck my cock, lick my balls, eat my arse. I fucked her in every room of the house, on every table, and even up her arse. She cried again at that one, but did not stop me. She just resigned herself to being used as a fuck toy by the house slave, an old man, her father.
I began to feel jealous when Lucy was around and Sarah would scurry to her side and happily play whatever sadistic game Lucy had thought up, from games to test who of her friends could slap the hardest, for which she actively volunteered parts of her body, to sniffing farts or eating disgusting combinations of food. Through it all she would smile up lovingly at Lucy and thank her for every little abuse.
"I love you, Lucy," I heard her repeat constantly as I listened at their door on nights when Lucy did not have a boyfriend round and so Sarah was providing Lucy's pleasure. "I love you so much Lucy. You're so beautiful and cute and funny and clever. I love your laugh, I love your smile. I love how you think up fun things for me to do for you. You are the best thing in the world. I would give my life for you. I worship everything about you. Please let me be your piggy for ever. I'm your piggy. I belong to you."
With such protestations of devotion, it was not surprising that Lucy decided to make Sarah's position more permanent. One day Lucy took Sarah out, an extremely remarkable occurrence, and when she came back, Sarah's back was covered in bandages. After some time it was revealed that Lucy had taken Sarah to get a tattoo. "Lucy's Pig" it read in large lettering across her whole back.
"I'm glad he took payment from your cunt," I overheard Lucy say once. "Who knows how expensive that would be normally. Good pig."
I heard Sarah snort happily in response.
"Shame you came though, what was it, three times? I'll have to punish you for that."
"Yes please, Lucy. Your pig is so sorry it disappointed you. It's a disgusting, worthless pig. It always deserves punishment, but most especially now. Please hurt this pig."
Lucy came out to the kitchen and picked up a spatula.
"What the fuck are you looking at, get back to work, fucker."
I followed her to the door and watched through the gap as Lucy had my daughter strip naked in the living room and began laying into her tits.
"I hope you're not getting off on this like last time, you fucked up sow. Now beg for more."
"Please hit me again, ow! Please Lucy, hit me more, ow! I'm a bad, stupid piggy, ow! Don't stop hurting me, ow!"
This carried on for some time until Sarah was shaking and covered in welts.
"Put this away."
Sarah stood shakily and headed for the kitchen. Jealousy and a desire to claim my daughter overtook me. As she stepped through the door I grabbed her and pushed her up against the fridge, hand over her mouth so she couldn't cry out.
I struggled one handed to undo my trousers before they fell and I turned her around, bending her over and fucking into her with one movement. I slipped right into her cunt which was already moistened from her degrading abuse. Her legs shook as I used her.
"What the fuck is taking you so long, pig? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?"
I froze, cock pulsing cum into my daughter, as Lucy stared back at me. My hands went limp and Sarah collapsed forward onto the floor in a ball, cum leaking out of her.
More kisses and moans from Lucy and Jake as I heard Sarah start to make pleased noises.
"Now go fucking sit in a corner, pig. It's time for big girl stuff."
More giggling and gasps as I pictured Jake entering Lucy. Panting, groans and moans ensued.
"Pig, come, lick his arsehole, fucking lick it, yeah, ugh, um, huh, yeah, you like that you dirty boy, like getting your arse rimmed while you fuck me? Feels good doesn't it. Told you she could be useful. Fuck, you feel so good, fuck me, fuck me harder. Yeah. Like that."
More grunts and groans and the sound of Lucy coming.
"Stop," she said breathlessly, "don't cum yet. I want you to get something. You ever done anal?"
"No, you want to do anal?" He sounded really excited.
"Not me, dummy, her, the pig. Do you fancy fucking her up the arse?"
"Uh…" clearly Jake wasn't sure if this was a genuine offer. Clearly Lucy realised this.
"Is not a trap, I'm serious, I want to see her in pain from getting arse fucked. Want to do it?"
"Well…"
"Yes or no, last fucking chance, mister, do you want to fuck her arse?"
"Uh, sure, I guess."
"Good, come here, pig. Lie there. No, retard, there. That's it. Stick your arse up. There, that pillow will hold you. Now come here Jake, let's get you all lubed up. Yeah, feels good, doesn't it. Now push into her."
I could hear a whining noise from Sarah as she was no doubt having her anal virginity taken forcefully. The whining was muffled a moment later.
"Shut up, pig, and eat me. Ugh, yeah, that's good. Fuck her. Harder. I want her to cry. Fucking use her, she's just a pig. Yeah, like that." I could hear muffled screams accompanying the sounds of flesh on flesh. "Fucking lick me, bitch, yeah, ugh, that's good. Fuck her harder. I don't want her to forget her first time. Fuck the pig, fuck the pig, ugh, use her. Yeah, make her your bitch!"
I heard Jake groan and the slapping stopped. "Fuck, was that good? Don't stop, pig. Come here Jake, come here."
More kissing and moans as Lucy reached her climax on my daughter's mouth.
I could hear gentle sobbing from Sarah as the couple continued to kiss.
"If you're going to cry, just get the fuck out, pig."
I heard steps and bolted to my room. Moments later Sarah appeared in my doorway.
"Can I sleep with you tonight," she whispered. I could hear her voice hitching from her sobs.
I held my arms out for her and she bundled herself into bed with me. I had already started undressing under the covers when she had arrived so as she pressed herself against me, my naked cock was pressed against her thigh. With how old and threadbare the dress was, it was short on her and she had not been careful getting into the bed, so it had risen up. I held her right to me and could not stop my hands wandering over her, exploring her body as it shuddered with her sobs.
"It hurt, daddy," she moaned into my ear. My cock jumped and I could feel it leave a wet trail of precum along her thigh. My hand reached her buttocks and squeezed it.
"Please don't, daddy," she whispered as my hand explored, stroking her abused arsehole.
"No, please daddy," she whimpered, holding onto me as if for dear life. My hand curved around her thigh, feeling the wetness of her cunt, slippery and spread around her hairy mons and inner thighs. I rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs with my body, positioning myself over her. My cock came to rest at her lubricated entrance.
"Please don't fuck me daddy," she breathed, shaking now as she held on to me for comfort.
I slid into her wetness, warmth engulfing my whole cock as I buried myself in her needy cunt. She wants this, I told myself, deep down this is what she wants.
She didn't let go and continued sobbing as I began to move in and out of her. Her body responded though, moving against mine, and I couldn't help it, I came after only a few strokes. To be fair, I had not had sex since I'd impregnated her mother nineteen years ago. As I lay panting on top of her I had the sudden desire to see all of her, have all of her. I tugged in her dress and limply she lifted her arms so I could pull it off. Then she lay back and stared at the ceiling. In my own world of pleasure I explored her body, kissing and sucking her tits, rubbing my face over her chubby tummy, burying it in her hairy cunt and eating out the combination of my cum and her juices.
In no time at all I was ready to go again and climbed on top of her limp form. She just lay there, letting me use her for my pleasure.
So enamoured was I with my own daughter's debasement that I actually felt annoyed that I wouldn't be able to see Lucy's golden fluid entering my daughter's mouth. Hard as I was, I couldn't help rubbing myself through my trousers as I saw a look of relief pass through Lucy's face and the look of panic in Sarah's as she desperately repeatedly swallowed.
When she was done Lucy finally let Sarah's hair go and Sarah relaxed back on her haunches.
"Lick it clean, pig. Finish the job."
Eagerly Sarah leaned forward and soon Lucy was holding her head between her hands and riding her face to another climax. When she was done she pushed Sarah away.
"Right, I'm tired pig, fuck off. And don't fucking masturbate. I bet you do it a lot, you disgusting sow. No more. You don't fucking cum again, understand?"
Snort "Yes, Lucy." Snort
My daughter crawled around to the side of the bed and pulled her thin mattress out.
"And pig..."
Snort "Yes, Lucy?" Snort
"I expect to wake up with your tongue tickling my arsehole."
"Of course, Lucy, anything you want Lucy. Anything at all."
The light turned out and I made my way to my tiny box room to masturbate furiously twice to the mental images of what I'd just witnessed.
In some respects Lucy seemed to mellow towards Sarah for a while. She seemed less interested in public humiliation of her sister. However, I noticed that she rarely went to the toilet without demanding Sarah come with her.
After some probing questions I managed to get Sarah to admit to me, with much embarrassment, that Lucy was taking her into the toilet to use as a urinal and would often have her please her there, forcing her to kneel on the floor. At school she would also make Sarah lick the toilet seat clean before sitting down on it. As she hugged me tight to herself during these confessions, I could feel her becoming aroused at the recollection. I could feel her nipples harden and her pubis become warm. Without meaning to, she would hump gently against my leg. I managed to hold off from doing more than hold her to me, but the knowledge that she was naked under her thin, shapeless dress made it ever so hard. It would be so so easy to just pull it up and force her down and… no, I held strong and tried not to think those thoughts of my poor daughter. She deserved a safe space. I couldn't deprive her of that, could I?
Lucy had been between boyfriends but she was pretty and popular. It didn't take her long, when she set her mind to it, to make some poor teenage boy hers. The latest was another athlete. She began sneaking him into her room at night shortly after she first hooked up with him, according to Sarah. Of course I was roped into helping with the process. With her cruelty and willingness to threaten all sorts of consequences if I didn't acquiesce to her will, I had long since stopped resisting her demands.
The first night I ushered him in through the back door and up to her room I remained at the door, listening to what transpired.
"Oh, you have to share a room with the pig."
There was a cruel laugh from Lucy.
"Yeah, she's fat and ugly, but she can be useful. Pig, go fetch the condoms and lube."
I could hear shuffling and giggling and kissing noises.
"OK pig, undress me for Jake. Make it look good."
Snort "Yes Lucy."
"And be silent. I don't want to know you're here."
Some more shuffling and sounds of approval from Jake.
"Like what you see?"
"Fuck yeah! You're so hot."
"Undress Jake, pig, bottoms last."
More shuffling.
"You like that?" said Lucy. I could hear kissing.
"Pig, come here, suck his dick."
I could hear gagging noises from Sarah alongside kisses and moans from Lucy and Jake.
"Enough of that, eat me."
The door was ajar and I could see through the gap Lucy was sitting on the bed and had Sarah across her lap, dress lifted up to expose her now bare bottom. From my vantage point I could see the redness from the spanking she had received thus far. Lucy seemed to be smothering her with her contraband underwear, and laid into Sarah's arse with the other hand again. Sarah's butt jiggled invitingly and her legs were splayed so I could see everything, her cunt lips and arsehole, presented for the abuse her sister was laying on her. Wetness glistened at her lips which I realised were red from arousal rather than her sister's blows. My daughter was enjoying her spanking.
Hard and guilty I watched at the gap as my daughter yelped and pleaded through her punishment.
"I'm sorry Lucy, I forgot," came her muffled whimper, jolted by the blows. "I promise not to do it ever again. No underwear for this pig." Snort
I could see her moisture starting to drip down her leg, and her pussy pulsed, attempting to milk a cock that was not there as Lucy paused between rounds. A needy whimper escaped Sarah's lips.
"Had enough, pig?"
Snort "No, Lucy, this pig deserves more punishment if it pleases you. It's a dirty, stinky, fat, useless, disgusting pig. It is sorry it failed you. It's a failure pig, a stupid failure pig."
"Yes you are. It's good you're learning your place."
"Yes, Lucy, my place is as your pig." Snort
Lucy's next round of blows was greeted with less yelps and more grunts. After one particularly hard blow that left a clear handprint Sarah began to shake violently. It was clear to all concerned that she was orgasming. Disgusted, Lucy pushed her to the floor.
"Ugh, that's vile, you fucking came from me spanking you?"
Out of breath and still jerking a bit from the aftershocks, Sarah nodded.
"Yes, Lucy, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, it felt so good to be put in my place by you. I love you." She shuddered and I could see her grimacing at the unintentional admission.
"You love me? You LOVE me?" Lucy looked enraged beyond words. She kicked Sarah in the stomach, who curled around the blow, groaning. Lucy spat on her. "Well I certainly don't fucking love you, pig!"
"No Lucy, you shouldn't love me, I don't deserve your love. I just want to make you happy. I just want to please you. I just want you to use me. I want to be there for you so you can hurt me for fun. I want to be your pet, your play thing, your toy. I want to be your pig forever." Sarah struggled up to her knees, clutching her stomach where Lucy had kicked her. "I want my hell to be your heaven. Let me serve you, please?"
Lucy had sat down on the bed and Sarah began laying fervent kisses on her feet, making sounds of pleasure and happiness as she did so.
"Please let me please you." She started kissing Lucy's ankles then her shins. "Please," she murmured, reaching Lucy's knees.
In unspoken agreement, Lucy relaxed her legs, letting them open up as Sarah kissed up her thighs.
"Nobody knows about this, pig, understand. You fucking say a word and I will kill you."
Sarah nodded as she continued to lick and kiss her way up towards her sister's short skirt hem. As she reached it Lucy scooted forward causing the fabric to ride up and expose her lacy underwear. I heard Sarah sigh deeply as she inhaled her sister's intimate scent before diving in to try and pleasure her through the underwear. I heard Lucy groan and grab Sarah by the hair, ripping her underwear off with the other hand and then shoving Sarah's face back into her cunt. Sarah moaned with pleasure and I could hear her wet lapping.
"Fuck, I should have used you for this before. Stupid pig, why didn't you say something before. Ugh!"
Lucy started to hump into Sarah's face, and I could see from the grip on her hair that she wasn't letting Sarah have much of a chance to breathe. Despite this, I saw Sarah humping the air with her arousal. Fortunately for Sarah it didn't take long for Lucy to cum on her mouth. While she stopped humping and pulling Sarah's hair so hard, she did not loosen her grip and I could tell Sarah was gently and lovingly kissing her sister's cunt as she came down from her high.
"Ugh, I need to pee," said Lucy, sitting up. A nasty smirk crossed her features and her hand tightened on Lucy's hair. "Open wide, pig."
Sarah did as she was told and Lucy scooted right to the edge of the bed, holding Lucy's mouth to her cunt.
"Don't you fucking spill a drop or I'll tell mum and dad that you pissed on the floor and dad'll beat you for sure. He might even throw you out."
Sarah nodded, and I could see she pushed her mouth tight against her sister's opening.
I hurried to bring them out. Sarah didn't even glance up at me as I stepped into the room carrying bowls of crisps.
"Here, look at this," Lucy said, grabbing a crisp and wafting it at hip height. "Piggy wants a snack? Piggy wants a snack?"
Laughing she backed away making Sarah crawl after her.
"Oink for it, piggy, I don't think you want it."
Sarah snorted as she trundled along on her hands and knees to the soundtrack of girls she went to school with laughing at her.
"OK piggy, here's your snack," Lucy said and just as Sarah was about to reach it with her open mouth, jerked it up and ground it into her forehead. Sarah stopped and I saw her shoulders slump in relief, hoping the game was done.
"Go on, then, piggy, eat it off the floor."
Sarah's face, already red with embarrassment, flushed darker as she bent to lick the crumbs from the carpet.
"You missed a bit," Lucy pointed with her foot, crushing the crumb into powder with her shoe. Dutifully Sarah licked that up too, around the toe of Lucy's shoe that was still in place.
"What do you say?"
Snort "Thank you Lucy for the snack. You are very kind." Snort
"Right, you can fuck off now, pig." Lucy kicked Sarah between the legs as she crawled away, extracting a yelp from her. The other girls joined in, kicking and swatting at her round rump as she left. The room, already full of giggles, erupted in enormous peals of laughter as she went.
That night I had the most shameful wank of my life as I relived that moment where I could see her unrestrained tits swaying through the thin fabric of her dress as she was led, snorting around the living room for the amusement of teenage girls. I came quickly and explosively and felt disgusted with myself immediately.
Later Sarah told me the entire school year had started to call her "Pig" when the teachers weren't looking.
"Why do you do what she wants?" I asked as Sarah shuddered her tears into my shoulder.
"Because I want her to like me, because I know she's better than me. I know I'm like you, I know I'm worthless. I just want to make her happy."
"Is it worth it?"
"I love her laughter, even if it's at me. If I can make her laugh, then I don't care what happens to me."
It broke my heart to hear how little she valued herself and I told her.
"Only you care about me," she said, snuggling closer. Embarrassed, I felt her tits push against me and did my best to hide my growing cock. "Everyone cares about Lucy. In the grand scheme of things, making her happy makes a much bigger difference than mine."
I could smell my daughter's sweet scent filling my nostrils, her soft body pressed against me, barely separated by the thin, fraying cloth. It took an active effort on my part to not take advantage, not grope my poor, vulnerable daughter.
A couple of days later I came across Lucy going through Sarah's draw.
"I think it's time we got rid of these", she was saying, pulling out Sarah's underwear.
"Of course Lucy," Sarah agreed, kneeling next to her on the floor. Lucy dumped the pile on her head. "You don't think I should wear underwear?"
Lucy slapped Sarah hard.
"Don't ask questions pig, but since you did, no, pigs don't wear clothes. I'll let you keep your covering," she sneered, picking at the fraying dress, "no one wants to look at pig flesh all day, but otherwise you shouldn't wear anything. Besides, I want more space for my stuff. Here," she said, handing Sarah her only remaining spare clothing, her second dress, as thin and old and faded as the one she was wearing, and her scratchy, lumpy wool jumper, "put those with your mattress. Pigs don't get storage space."
Snort "Yes Lucy." Snort
"And don't forget to bin the underwear you're wearing now. I'll be checking later."
Snort "Of course, Lucy." Snort
That evening, as I was preparing for bed, I heard smacks and crying coming from the girl's room.
"Stupid pig, I told you to bin these."
Snort "Yes Lucy," snort.
That seemed to satisfy Lucy enough because she made a shooing motion. Relieved, Sarah turned and crawled towards the door. Lucy took aim and landed a hard kick between Sarah's legs. I saw her eyes tear up as she turned back to her tormentor.
Snort "Sorry Lucy." Snort "Thank you Lucy for allowing me to shower my fat dirty pig body." Snort
Sated, Lucy lay back on the bed and began to scroll on her iPhone. Sarah, suitably chastened. Crawled out of the room. I hadn't moved, fascinated by what transpired and now Sarah crawled right in front of me. As she saw my feet she looked up and shame washed across her face again as mine turned beet red in return. Caught watching my daughter's humiliation and doing nothing, again. My disgusting arousal created a prominent peak in my trousers and I saw Sarah notice it, her eyes pausing momentarily, and a sadness flickered through them. I was the worst father, a horrible failure on so many levels, but that felt like a new low.
I opened my mouth to say something but could not think of anything. Silently Sarah carried on into the bathroom.
It wasn't long though before Lucy made that humiliation more public anyway.
"Please can I sit at the table to eat, Lucy," Sarah asked that night, kneeling beside. Lucy's seat and trying to shove her head between the chair and table legs to reach Lucy's feet. Lucy was making this difficult by moving the chair closer to the table leg, so Sarah had to resort to crawling under the table from the side she usually sat at. Mike and Laurie ignored these antics, used to them, if not actively encouraging them. I was busy serving the food. Of course I did not eat with the rest of them. I would eat alone in the kitchen later.
"What was that, chonky piggy, piggy wants food? Piggy wants to stuff herself?"
I saw Sarah's eyes flick to Mike and Laurie's legs and then met mine. I could see the anguish there. Staring into my soul Sarah said, snort "piggy wants to eat," snort.
I felt my cock rise as she bent forwards to kiss Lucy's feet again. Lucy reached across to the table to pick up Sarah's plate and put it on the floor beside her.
"There you go, piggy, eat up."
There was a sigh from Laurie.
"Just don't get it on the carpet Sarah, if you stain it, god help me, you'll regret it."
So Sarah crawled out from under the table and, on all fours, began to eat like an animal from the plate. I made sure going forward to serve Sarah's food in a bowl to help make sure she wouldn't spill any. A couple of days later Lucy presented me with a steel dog bowl.
"There you go, for your pig of a daughter."
And that became the bowl I would set beside Lucy's chair for my daughter to eat out of. The look of betrayal she gave me when I set that down the first time broke my heart and hardened my cock. Laurie and Mike had long since tired of tormenting me and now experiencing humiliation again vicariously through my daughter, taking part in it in small ways, it awoke shameful, disgusting thoughts in me.
Things only got worse when Lucy invited her friends around next. They were used to ordering Sarah around to get drinks or snacks, but mostly she was banished from whatever room they were in. Now, though, Lucy made a display of her new found powers.
"What was that, pig?"
A loud slap reverberated around the house as I was preparing snacks for the girls accompanied by a gasp from several of them. I paused, guiltily intrigued by what was going to happen, and moved to peer through the door jam, to spy on my daughter's abuse.
Sarah was standing in front of Lucy with tears in her eyes and dark red finger marks appearing on her cheek. She knelt before Lucy, eyes to the floor and some of the girls let out nervous giggles.
Snort "I'm sorry Lucy," snort "please may I leave the room?" Snort She leaned forward to kiss Lucy's dirty trainers.
The girls fell about laughing in disbelief.
"What the actual fuck," said one of them and Lucy shrugged.
"Well she's a fat, disgusting pig," she said to general nods of agreement, apparently this was a readily accepted fact, my daughter was a fat, disgusting pig, "so I thought she should act appropriately, right pig?"
Snort "Yes Lucy," snort said Sarah, sadly.
More gales of laughter greeted this agreement.
"Where's the snacks," Lucy demanded loudly.
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