I heard Rhonda saying, "There we'll give her a few more minutes and then finish lacing her down!" How could they possibly lace me any tighter than I a...lready was? As I hung there struggling to breathe they left the room and returned a few minutes later with coffee. It struck me so strange that such immense changes were occurring for me and I was struggling to even get enough air to survive while they were calmly having a cup of coffee.By the time they had finished their coffee my discomfort. She seemed destined to suffer in silence.Nancy's one activity in which she found comfort was listening to music. She particularly liked the album 'Just Jimmy Reed', which her cousin had bought her on a trip to Chicago. She would listen to side one over and over, basking in the primal rhythms and sexual motifs while getting lost in the sound of Jimmy's deep, rich voice.One night, while lying on the bed naked, she began to cuddle up with her favorite blanket. It was a quilt her aunt made for her. A gun pointed at his head. She frantically screamed ?No, no, don’t!!??What’s wrong slut? Will you behave like the slut you are and let him live? Will you act like we want you to an be a good little tramp?? She recognized the driver speaking this words. Sandra started whining and moaning. It was hard to speak with tears rolling down her cheeks in a constant flow. ?Yes?, she cried in disbelief? She couldn’t believe what was happening. ?What will you do to us???Shut up? he silenced her and slapped. I'd die if the girls ever found out. Or if anyone found out. Damn! I'm so fucking horny, why couldn't he have stayed out of the house until I finished myself off?"Joyce looked at Prince. He was still standing with his front legs up on the bed and his nose was sniffing the scent of her crotch. "I know I shouldn't be thinking this but I want Prince to lick me," she thought aloud. "Prince would you like to try some of this?" Joyce straightened out her legs and spread them wider apart. "Come.