Over and over again?Yes. He made me get on my knees and pulled me by my hair. I had to crawl to the f(a)mily room.I sat on the couch and crossed my le...gs.He tried to fo(r)ced my legs open, I showed her the bruises on my thighs from yesterday and the day before.Holy fuck.I pretended like I didn't want him to fuck me. That just made us both hotter.The more I said no don't, stop it the more aggressive he became. You mean like r(a)pe?Exactly but consensual. Bonnie was flushed almost red and I could. ”“What did you buy?” I asked.“I will not wear jeans with an elastic front panel,” Andrea replied. “I simply won’t. We bought some smocks and empire waist tunics I can wear with leggings. Annette helped pay for it so it shouldn’t hurt the budget too bad.”“Thanks, Mom,” I said. “With the furniture Walter has been building for us, we’re doing okay.”“It gives him a purpose.” Mom added.“I’m wearing one the outfits we bought today,” Andrea said. What do you think?”“I think the color looks good on. Ronnie returned to work, and I gathered my laundry, hung up the "fabric softening board," and returned to the house, to help my Grandmother with Lunch. The guys were working on the roof, so we were doing lunch outside today. Probably dinner, too. Lunch, then, was simple enough.. just burgers, pickles, and chips. My grandmother make burgers with eggs, breadcrumbs and onions mixed in the meat -- in the end, they were like "meatloaf burgers" -- they were delicious and juicy.I put everything. "Timeout!" shouted Barbara. "... We can do what we like?" she enquiredeagerly, and Sheila stiffened in alarm."Usual rules on safety and damage etc must still apply!" Sheila insisted."Usual Rules!" I agreed, and Barbara grinned her best hamming evil grin."Playtime!" Barbara announced and I was immediately returned to myperils."You cannot imagine what tortures await an uncooperative prisoner."Barbara used her finger under my chin to tilt my head back, and stareinto my eyes.This time - despite.