I hadn't thought that she was that close to her parents, even though she had previously cited them as reason for not joining me on camp in the past. N...aturally, she was shocked by their deaths, but I had never seen her so distraught and out of control. She wept buckets of tears and clung to me, shivering and shaking, practically incoherent with grief and despair, and I had to get the details of the accident from the next door neighbours.It seems that the Hodges were travelling towards Birmingham. Peter was played by a beautiful girl with long perfect legs. So I had to be Wendy and she called me Wendy for a few months, then forgot about it. I never forgot.So I published the poem under the pen-name Wendy and sent him an email asking him to keep in touch, and let me know how things were going. And send some more poems!I heard nothing more.A year or so later, a reader asked me about "Wendy". My curiosity was piqued. I asked a friend of mind, a computer whizz, if he could find the home. ” She said as she scooted to make room for me on the chair. I was grateful to sit because I had a raging hard-on in my shorts. “How are you Mrs., er Martha.” (Witty wasn’t I?). We chatted about things I no longer remember, likely how Eric was and where was everybody (both houses were empty). As we talked Martha did not attempt to re-cover her breasts, but held a cup to one globe to hold it in place. As we spoke I saw her pussy outlined in her bottoms, with some dark hairs escaping from the. The only reason I wasn't with them is that I had notyielded during the torture.Then I saw what would terrify and disgust me the most. Jasmine waswheeled in encased in a clear cage. Her breasts bound in the torture thatmine had been for hours, her ass stuffed with a large dildo and a largevibrating dildo in her pussy. With an arm binder fusing her arms andelbows together and on her knees her head was pulled straight upwards asa head harness held her in position. A hole in the floor was then.