“That was close,” he said.“Yeah! I don’t want to get something like this on my record,” I replied. “May I confess something?”“Sure,”... he replied.“I am not a sex worker,” I said. “I did it to fulfill my wild fantasy.”“Wow! I did not expect that,” he replied.I put the dress back on and got down from the car carrying a bottle of water. Leaving my bra and panties in the car, I walked a bit into the fog. I pulled my dress up to my waist and squatted down and started cleaning my pussy. After. Others will find themselves, like me, as ‘uncooperatives’ to be housed here in the Bimbo Asylum. Guards will force those women to wear shear silky white stockings, lacy panties, revealing bras, strappy garters, and, at times, tight straitjackets that show their midriffs – all to be done to demean, to psychologically break, and to sexually humiliate. Regardless of what may happen, I ought to tell you my story later tonight or whenever — wherever — you shall find yourself here with my words. I. Alice knocked on the door.The goons walked in carrying hot plates filled with scrambled eggs, pancakes, and sausage.The girls dove in, and quickly cleaned the plates."That was great," said Angela, wiping her mouth. "But if I keep eating like this, I'll blow up like a balloon." Oh no you won't," said Kay. "That's the last change that was made to you. We accelerated all your metabolisms. You can eat all you want, and not gain weight. In the next few days, some of you will be thinner than you've. She was both happy and relieved that he was going to be OK, and for the ten thousandth time she wished that she hadn't done what she did.Jim was at work the following day and had to endure many jokes about how he'd managed to get so banged up over the Holiday. Lupe was shocked to see him like that and he took her into his confidence and told her exactly what had occurred. She saw the pain on his face and heard the anguish in his voice as he told the story. He didn't spare himself from the blame.