Mum dressed in leather and towering over Dadnaked – clearly having flogged him. Soon I shot my load, I grabbed myboxers to clean up and then thought... that I should put them somewhere Mumwouldn't find when she, inevitably, came in to clean. I opened the wardrobeand was greeted by a fully-stocked kink-cupboard. Obviously that's what myparents were now into. I hid the boxers in my bag and tried to get tosleep.My dreams were just of my parents. As I started to process what I'd seen Istarted to think. “Here, step into the shower and wash. Elisabeth let the hot water wash away the mens’ touches, their scents, and her fears. Automatically, after what seemed like fifteen minutes, the water stopped, and she stepped out taking the towel Amanda offered. “Come. Lie here.” Elisabeth walked over to a wide table and lay down on her back. Amanda turned on the infrared lamps above, removed the towel, and began to rub a scented oil into Elisabeth’s skin. Elisabeth closed her eyes feeling warm and safe.. She was wearing a long pink t-shirt but it still just barely covered her.I heard her behind me closing the door and then turning the lock."Whew!" she exclaimed with a rush of air from her mouth. "They wear me out every morning," she said as she joined me. "Sometimes we don't make the bus in time." Yeah, I'm glad mine are old enough to drive themselves to school. You know what they say, don't blink." I told her. I placed the drywall in place and put a few screws in."Yeah, "she replied softly.. There is silence for a while. You occasionally hear hushed or garbled words from your kidnappers, but it is hard to discern given the circumstances. One thing you are sure of is that there are other victims of theirs in the van with you, at times pushing up against you or fruitlessly fighting against their restraints. On several occasions you feel the van come to a quick halt and the side door slide open before your kidnappers rush out, only to return moments later with what sounds like another.