She let out a soft moan as her middle finger stroked her swollen pussy lips, coating the tip with the slippery lubricant. Then she shuddered as she dr...agged the wet fingertip over the tiny pleasure pebble at the top of her drooling slit. Charlotte closed her eyes, and as she spread her legs further and slowly stroked her clitoris, she replayed all of the events that had occurred since Thursday; events that had changed her relationship with Dr. Alexander from a patient’s mother, to her best. She did what I had asked her to do the very next day. I came in from work and supper wasn't ready, in fact it wasn't even started. My wife came walking down the hall drying her hair with a towel. I said where's supper? She said I just got home and hit the shower I didn't have time to make any. I said where where you? She said she had gone to the pawn shop to look for a ring and while she was there two construction workers came in . She said she had on a wife beater ( no bra ) and a denim mini. She stood there, waiting, when all of a sudden she heard the sound of clothe ripping. Her clothing began falling off her in pieces, until she was completely bare. This did not bother her as much as it should have. After months of ill-treatment, she was past caring about her life. Her body actually felt better, free of the filthy and rotting clothing. She was pulled toward a door, and she willingly walked outside. Once there, her handler pulled off the blindfold, and led her onto a raised. We used to play as kids, but we drifted apart as most sibling do when one begins to get older. We played less often and she started calling me annoying at the beginning. It did hurt me but I was just a dumb kid I got over it and made my own friends while carrying on with my life. We used to fight a lot as we drifted apart, the fights got physical which left me pretty defenseless because I was just a small child at the time. It would not be until I turn 10 when I would acquire the strength to.