She did not know how she was supposed to clean up the mess, he ass was on fire and she could not sit, and she was terrified that she would get another...beating.Still, she did her best to clean up the floor where David had dumped her food, and she lie awake most of the night, facedown on the mattress.Finally, the cellar light came on and Sharon scrambled into action. She finished cleaning the floor, brushed her teeth with her finger, and washed her face. She ran her fingers through her hair, as. A few minutes later two guys walked past me leaving so I got up and walked to the back. It was real dark back there and I bumped into someone I didn’t see so I found the back wall and just stood there. During another bright scene I looked over to my right and there was a guy right beside me, and it looked like he had his dick out and was stroking it. I couldn’t see his dick but his arm seemed to be moving way back and forth and I found myself staring. While I’m trying to see how big he is he. ” “Give her time,” Ally said, “let her detox from all the shit you shoved back there, and she’ll come around to her normal self.”“Maybe.” I said, not believing for a second that Trish would be merciful on her return. And that night, I found out I was right. CHAPTER THREE: OUT OF THE BOX Hey reader, it’s Trish. Guess what I’m looking at right now? Ally Bronston, in her bra and panties, sleeping right next to me. Every dark fantasy Jake had about his sister is flying through my head right now,. Listen to me. I sound like a guy! Fascinated by a glimpse of a bit of lace. I have drawers full. But I will admit that as I settled into bed that night I allowed a fleeting fantasy about spending three days and three nights, in a shared room, with those legs; and that underwear. Now here is a moment to mention my position on lingerie. I have always liked nice underwear, from my early teens looking at glossy magazines. I had suspender belts and lacy briefs and G-strings long before there was any.