Margaret didn’t launch her into old diatribe of scorn about the girl’s lewd behavior. She had a completely different demeanor after the girls clea...ned her house for how. She was disgusted at first. The girls had obediently done everything she wanted to her exacting specifications, and now she thought Jonathon and Brock hung the moon. Margaret was also talking to someone on the phone when they walked out.She put the call on hold and told the boys, “I’ve got a granddaughter in Boca that I should. He was to be picked up at seven-thirty, he paid the woman as he left and as she walked away he felt a touch of pity for her for he knew that one day she would be found in a gutter, bashed and brutalized for that was the fate of women like herself who were the 'furniture' for hovels like where he was billeted.The road to the inland hospital was a road in name only; it was a mass of pot holes and broken gravel. His transport swayed from left to right as the driver did his best to avoid the more. Finally Charlie slammed deep into me and I felt his penile shaft begin to twitch and throb as he emptied his load of male sperm deep into my rectum. Charlie held my hips as he slowly grind his midsection against my buttocks as his penis shot load after load into my anal canal. Once he was satisfied he was done, Charlie pulled from my ruptured bung hole and wiped his penis off and got dressed. I was in such pain and humiliation I could only manage to slip to the floor whimpering from the brutal. The garment had shoulder straps but no bra. My breasts hung open to view."Your breasts appear to be quite nicely developed," said Anna. "But a pretty girl needs to be fully dressed. I have just the brassiere that will cover your luscious bosom."Anna handed me a bra that was a copy of the one Madonna once made famous. I think the correct term for it was a bullet bra. But, instead of satin, this one was made of real rubber that felt exquisite once Anna fastened it around me. The cups were made of.