Street Casting: Flirting With A Red-haired German Teen In Public

“Okay, Slut! “What’s wrong with you, Martin? “AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!” She screamed as I began dragging her out the door, “NO, NO, NOOOOOOO, THIS CAN’T BE REAL, BUT IT HUUUUUUURRRTS!!!”
I dragged my Mother out into the hallway as she wailed and lifted her back to her feet. “AAAIIIEEE!!!” my Mother squealed as I backhand her hard across the face. Fuck! YOU WILL SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO! “YOU WILL SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO, CUNT!” I roared leering down at my Mothers bruised and battered form. Come in and Give me your Cock, Master!” Cried my Sister Kelly. Though they quickly died down to more sounds of annoyance as my Mother realised that it was only me who had restrained her. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!, MARTIN?” screamed my Mother, a completely flabbergasted expression painted across her face.