Her hands glued together, her pussy and arse bleeding. Helga attended to her wounds, cleaning the cuts and wiping aw...ay the blood, she looked to be very gentle. As the day progressed, Mandy just lay there, not moving, perhaps exhausted, more likely her spirit broken. Mid afternoon a local doctor came, he checked her over and spoke in German to Helga and Michael. I thought it concern but I didn't understand. . ”“Why?”I considered. “Well, these are really, you know, hot.”Heather giggled at my description.“Maybe there’s some that are more tame,” I added.“Does she... ?”“What?”“ ... really want to see them?”“Um, yeah, sort of. But I think she’s more interested in the fact that we did the pictures. Not specifically in seeing you, like...”“Nude?”“Yeah.”Heather didn’t believe me. “Maybe.”“What do you mean?”“You told me she and Julie were—”Another click interrupted us. “Sorry!” came my mom’s voice. He went over to the bathroom and relieved the pressure on his bladder while checking his reflection in the mirror. He looked at his naked body with a critical eye.Not pleased with what he saw, he said, “I need to lose about forty pounds. I’m getting fat.”He looked down at his cock and muttered, “Another couple of pounds and I won’t be able to see my cock.”He needed to start an exercise program. He had never liked exercising. To him it had always been a waste of time. All of that jumping,. They did want to keep me to work on the rest of my beat up body but I walked out.I returned to my place, took a few more Advil, and napped for a couple of hours. It was 12:30 when I woke up and I was hungry. That's a good sign; maybe I won't die after all. I took a shower, being very careful with the bruised parts of my body and face. Getting dressed, I headed out to get some lunch and maybe some liquid pain killer. As I got to my door, someone knocked on it, hard. It was more a pounding than.