Bitch knelt on hands and feet in the bathtub and I cleaned the crack of her ass and her cunt using the shower head and a washrag. Thankfully there wer...e no wounds in there. As I washed her, I noticed that while some of the scabs got wet they seemed to stay intact, so I took the risk and wet her body down. I washed all the parts of her body that were not just big wounds, and the water in the bathtub turned red. As she left the bathtub, I dried her body using a towel, just lightly patting down. "We all met in college. Chelsea grew up a swinger. I didn't. I was a licensed prostitute in Nevada; I worked at a smaller house, and after a few years I had enough I got out of the business and went to college. A lot of girls get in, and never get out. But the owner thought I could make more of myself than just another girl standing in the line-up."College was hard, and I was horny." She kind of chuckled. "I didn't realize how important the sex was. A lot of girls in the business treat it as a. Whomever had been sending these pictures wanted to chat, I'm just not sure I wanted to chat with them.But of course my curiosity won out and I sent a rather terse email. "Who is this? Where did you get these pictures?".My anger rising at the intrusion into my life, both aimed towards my daughter for her adventurous and wild private life and this unknown individual who was sending me email.Surprise, a response returned within minutes. Whomever it was, was also online at the same time I was."They. D.? That could be a problem, you know.”“We’ll be okay,” she responded. With that, we walked in. The counter was to the left of the door, elevated, and closed in. I couldn’t tell if there was anyone behind it. We walked down one of the aisles. I couldn’t believe all of the things they had. I’m sure my face was turning red with embarrassment, but none of it was bothering Sis. She started showing me different vibrators and dildos.At the end of the aisle, there was another doorway. “What’s this,” I.