Afterbreakfast he was usually raped. Then he went to the laundry to work inunbearable conditions. No more cushy library work for him. After anequally ...unappealing lunch sometimes he was beaten. Then it was alwaysback to work - sometimes with mashed fingers. A group shower in whichhe was sometimes molested and then a horrible mattress to sleep on.Usually he cried himself to sleep. He wished he could go mad. It wouldmake it easier. More than once he thought of killing himself, but hewas afraid of. One had the word “Will” written on its cover. Another one said “Deed.”“Daddy needs to see these. They look important and he’ll probably understand them better.”The girls removed another box which contained four photo albums meticulously organized, showing first a bride and a groom in their wedding attire. Then came photos of babies. One was named Darlene, the other Jake. Their faces looked similar to the ones displayed around the rest of the house. The girls decided to put the albums aside and. Martin licked his lips as I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra; leaning forward I let the bra slide down my arms allowing my heavy breasts to drop free. Straightening with my arm across my boobs I tossed the bra to Martin, he caught it without taking his eyes from me, grinning like a bitch in heat I slowly dropped my arm letting my nipples at last slide into view. Placing my arm under my boobs I lifted them just a little for their inspection, as their eyes stared at my breasts and. "Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh OOOOOHHHHHH!"I moved my hand down between my legs and felt my wetness through my panties. I slid my hand inside and felt my throbbing clit. I moaned a little as I played with myself, more and more turned on by the minute."Oh god! Yes tongue fuck that pussy you whore! Oh god! I am coming. Oh gggggoooodddd!”As I heard the mystery woman come I imagined myself with Amanda. I imagined her licking my wet pussy. Her sucking on my clit and shoving her fingers inside me. The thought.