He made the second, but it didn't go well. Paula had evidently spent the first session filling Rev. Michaels in on Steve's shortcomings. The minister ...spent the second grilling Steve, gently but firmly.At the third, just ended, Steve had started with an abject apology and a heartfelt expression of love. Even the minister looked moved.Somehow, though, it wasn't enough. Paula insisted she didn't trust him, could never trust him again. And he wasn't supportive enough. And he was never home. And the. And almost an hour to get her back in, positioning each limb so carefully, gradually squeezing her into place, mindful not to let Cindy's smooth skin get pinched when a panel was swiveled closed. Sometimes Linda took her out for a shower, or a little walk along the beach. Cindy never seemed to notice. Her mind remained deep in trance. Sleep... Obey... Her body always on the edge of orgasm. Linda enjoyed keeping her slave in the box, for days at a time. She could even feed Cindy without removing. Susan as a child had witnessed her mother, step-father and nominal aunt, Lindy, fucking and making babies, and since she, too, was high on hormones, she decided fucking might be fun for her, too.It was easy for Susan to engage her brothers’ interest. All that was necessary, she found, was to make sure they had plenty of opportunities to see her skin. That meant short skirts, thongs, halter-tops, skimpy bikinis, bras that emphasised her boobs, short shorts, body-hugging tight clothes. And, of. Tina suffered for another half-hour before she got up and ran out of the cabin as quickly as she could. She really had to pee. I caught a glimpse of her young firm body. It was a lot better than her mother’s body and rather nice. I got a hard-on.I told them that I needed the wood box full and water brought in from the creek. Until then there would be nothing to eat. Tina refused to do any work so her mother did it all. I made breakfast for the two of us but none for Tina. She bitched me out and.