Her mind raced--whywas she so upset with Brianna? Hadn't they been fine the day before?"It's obviously not nothing," Natalie said. "Come on, spill." T...hat bitch stole my boyfriend, okay?!" Michelle shouted."Wait, what boyfriend?" Kendra asked."You had a boyfriend and you didn't tell me?" Ashlynn inquired, hurt."Maybe that brain infection's contagious," Natalie said. "I know youhaven't dated anyone seriously for, like, a year, and it's not like youcan keep a secret."Michelle was at a loss for. This is how it went the whole night, slowly getting fucked by my mother then sending pictures to Brent. That is how he made sure I was doing what he wanted since he didn’t live there yet and our schedules for work were opposites and he couldn’t fuck me daily himself. Plus he loved making me suffer, the toys were a form of torture, knowing I was getting fucked in front of everyone and being powerless to stop it is a greater torture than a whipping any day! For the next week things were about the. Bill returns from the back room with a tray coffee for them all, George asks "who's first" and I rise and sit in the large saloon chair, George covers my upper body with towels and starts to cut my hair, I can see Lynn in the mirror sat opposite, Bill is chatting and drinking his coffee, but what surprises me is that Lynn has crossed her legs and has a lot of thigh showing and even a glimpse of stocking top. Bill has noticed her display and has trouble talking to her as his eyes keep staring at. To save dressing fully Eleanor put on a long leather coat and lent me a long pvc coat slipping our shoes on we went back next door. I went upstairs to free mother. I pulled off the sheet covering her and found she had pissed the bed, and I could also see dried tears on her face. I undid her bounds and allowed her to stand which she did with some discomfort, struggling to get her limbs to move again after being confined. I ordered her to clean up the mess and to shower and then to join us down.