Oh god, what was a person to do?Three younguns, one a baby, and no place to go, what was a body to do? The old man was sick and the old car the banker...let them keep just so they would have a way to leave and not hang around wasn't worth fixing up hardly.She felt tired and weak as she got to her feet. Viola carried the baby, while the two older girls hung onto her skirts and tagged along. She went over to her husband, Anse, and looked down at him. "How you feelin'?" she asked."Poorly, Mama, just. It was still hot so we set off to explore the beach – the weather was beautiful, still very warm, no clouds and little breeze. The sea was sparkling and the sea air was invigorating after a long hot week inland.We held hands and occasionally stopped and had long hard sensual kisses as we progressed. After about 15 minutes, we passed the sign warning that naturists might be seen. We removed our t-shirts and shorts. It was great to feel the air and the sun on my naked skin. Sarah took off her. I screamed for help. "Scream away slut. The only people who can hear you are your husband and the fuck slave and they won't help you. Anyway, once I close the door this room will be soundproof."I continued to scream and shout. He went and brought a camera in from the bedroom. He came over and jabbed the electric baton into my breast. "Shut up slut, I'm trying to work here." My body was rocked by the electric shock. He then jabbed it into my other breast. The shock drained the fight from me. I. I was in such a rush, I didn't grab the usualsleepover sissy chic, one of my really over the top ruffled andberibboned numbers, instead I went accidentally with one of morerevealing numbers. A lacy fly away baby doll in lilac, with a sexyribbon tie right under my cleavage. So I may easily take the door prizefor 'most slutty', which means most likely sleeping with a dildostrapped to my face. (Or something similar for being the sleepover'tramp'.) Opps. I put on my matching robe, which is.