Sounded like a nice night. We got into the care and were driving for about 20 minutes, and stopped at a gas station/mini mart. My husband went in, s...aying he wanted to get us some beer. I was good with that, and waited in the car. He came out of the store with the beer, but waved for me to come with him around the back of the market. I didn’t think anything about this, so I got out of the car and followed him around to the back of the store, as I rounded the side of the store I was grabbed. I was dropped off to take a hike up a lonely country road to a bunk house filled with men from a nearby state run school “For The Retarded”. I had just graduated from high school, parochial private school, the night before and now I was to be sleeping in a filthy cow ripe manure smell place with men who had little boy minds. I did remember that. I particularly remember one of them watching the old TV part filled with dead flies inside the glass cover while busily masturbating.“Then upon getting. "I don't know why you would want this thing anyway." Alex says as it gleefully directs her hand to reduce her luxuriant bush to stubble, "It's not like the carpet matches the drapes." Where do you keep your razor at, dear?" Alex asks before noting, "This will get itchy if we don't finish the job."A half hour later, Amanda, now dressed in a denim skirt and blouse, is sitting at the kitchen table glumly "listening" to Alex gush happily over the chocolate chip cookies and milk it had insisted that. Go get cleaned up, and get some food and rest. You’ve earned it.” “Thank you, my Lord,” Silmaria said weakly. She was suddenly aware of just how tired and hungry she was; by now it had to be late into the night, and she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Her stomach was gnawing on itself, and she felt exhausted, drained to the point of dropping. Her Stirring fled in the face of those needs, her body simply too spent and wrung out to hold any sort of arousal any longer. He walked her to the door. It.