Again, Jake stripped me — I wondered if my pussy looked as red to the others as it felt to me — and again ended it by throwing my bikini out to th...e waiting guys. It seemed like the milling crowd was at least twice as big as the day before.I stripped him — the swooning girls were there in strength — and he stripped Emily. There was a difference this morning, though. When he took off her bra, she, too, put her shoulders back and placed her hands on the back of her neck thrusting out her perfect. . Did it really hurt a lot? Brad repeated the question. This time, not too bad. It hurt, but I could stand it, until he started pulling my hair real hard. That hurt way too much. My neck is still sore, and hes too fucking heavy. I hate it when he lays on me, and he knows it, from being a wrestler. The first time, though. It was the worst thing Id ever been through. I still dont feel completely OK from that one. Like he did some damage to me or something. I probably should have gone to a doctor,. Too young to know much of anything, really. I was only a few years old, perhaps five, I do not know. The pain? Well, the pain came from time to time when one of the men visiting her would discover me. Some were kind, some were not. Most were not. The worst time was also the last. That was the time when a merchant with a fondness for abuse visited my mother. She had seen him before, but he was never so violent. That time, he beat her to within an inch of her life while he rode her, and then he. “She could breast feed the whole city I think,” the munchkin chuckled, slapping my leg. I looked at him a little irritated. My bra straps were beginning to dig into my back and I kept pulling my stretch top over my belly but it kept sliding up as my stretch pants slid down a little more. Everyone except the munchkin and I got up to go to the kitchen for drinks. They left us there in the living room. “What are you doing?! Stop it!!” I scolded the munchkin..