”“Don’t be sick, Keith,” my mom said. “Stop this right now and it will go no further. I won’t even tell your father.”“Fat lot he’d c...are. This slack slut cunt of yours hasn’t had his cock in years. Too old for him anyway. He much prefers Roza’s sweet little fanny.”My mom let out a scream that should have had the whole neighbourhood running but Tom cut it off mid-way when he shoved his hand over her mouth.“You didn’t know that did you, mom?” Keith taunted. “Dad has always liked under-age cunt and. "I'm sorry. But if found it overwhelming to deal with in person. I have known of children's suffering, but have never witnessed it so closely." Alice said, sniffing back her tears.Her nose was running from her tears and Susan wiped it for her, showing her how to do it. And showing her how to blow her nose to clear it and her eyes."Do not be ashamed that you feel compassion. Compassion is good. You will learn to control your emotions with time. We do all for those children that we can do. Plus. Ah, here's Betty.'Seen close to the red head had a lovely figure and a warm complexion for one of her colour. Kim wondered how many hours she spent at her dressing table every morning to produce that effect. Red heads that she'd known were always complaining that they couldn't tan as they came out in freckles. She saw too that Betty was wearing a pair of fine silver bracelets and a fairly deep silver collar that was shaped to come down a bit wider at her shoulders. It seemed to be made of. As she moved closer, she clearly heard John excitedly say, “There’s a bug eyed monster over there and one over there.” This was followed by two different voices going “zzzzzzzing”.Puzzled she looked around the corner into the living room. The cushions of the couch had been removed and placed upright along the couch creating an enclosure. The three of them were sitting in the enclosure. John was making steering motions with his hands. On either side of him were the other two with their hands.