The maid then disrobed and turned on the water. She took a brush, rag and a bar of soap and washed Jennifer's now scarred body. The soap burned as it ...entered the softening whip marks. Jennifer had to step up on her tip toes as the rough brush was dragged across her tender ass.Afterwards the maid dried her with a towel and reattched Jennifer's shackles. All this without a word said between the two girls. Jennifer made no attempt to get away, knowing that escape was impossible and any attempt. She returned and told me to get started with him and she would handle everything. I went into the room and he was grinning, clearly assuming that we’d be having a threesome with Cheri and no guys. But his expression changed when Cheri returned with the two black guys who rapidly undressed. I was shocked but happy while he was like, ‘What’s going on?’ Cheri led him to a chair and said, “Let her have fun,” and I saw him pale as they sat on the bed and she began to undo his pants. I was. It felt impossibly hard, like the ingots at the steel mill, except warm. And bigger.“How big?” she demanded.I didn’t say anything. I was looking at the door to the house and the door to the back yard. But Sherry and Andy were gone.“No one’s going to help you!” Becky shouted. “Do what I say and tell me how big my arm is!”“Eighteen and a half inches,” I stammered. This little girl with coke bottle glasses and dental work had arms bigger than mine. A lot bigger.“What!?” Becky pulled her arm back.. “Shit!” “What’s wrong?”“Well, Becks, it seems someone must be having one hell of a party, ‘cause the only parking space in the whole lot… is this one.” He backed the car into the space between the dumpster and the building super’s old pickup, which hadn’t moved in weeks. The snow plow was still attached to the bumper.“Want to make a run for it, or wait and see if the rain dies down a bit?” Bill asked, putting the car in park and shutting the engine off.“We can wait.” The rain was beating down.