I was in a rush this morning and I just sometimes don’t wear them. “Please let me keep them on” I stood frozen. He was stroking himself while he...shouted at me that he would rip them off of me if I didn’t do what he said. Through my tears I started to unbutton my shorts but I couldn’t bring myself to pull them down. He rushed me and threw my body onto the kitchen counter. He held my face against the cold tile as he forced my shorts down. It was then that he gasped. “You wanted this to happen” he. I had a feeling we weren’t finished and we hadn’t even discussed the cleaning that I needed her daughter for later and wasn’t even sure if that was even going to be on the agenda as Monica certainly had other ideas, “Lovely wine Frank” she sighed as she sat herself down on the sofa sitting back with her legs apart.I looked between her legs at her perfectly trimmed pubes and glistening labia lips and licked my lips at the prospect of getting my head down there, she smiled at me and widened her. Margery spent an interminable time there, totally unable to judge how long she had been there, or how much longer she would suffer, dressed as she was only in her revealing evening dress, with no underwear, shoes or coat.Three hours, which felt like an eternity to her, later she was taken out of the cell by two guards in ordinary Army uniforms and marched into an office. A short, fat man in plain clothes, who looked more like a bank clerk than a torturer, took charge of Margery's interrogation.. Also, after I started making masturbating part of my hourly schedule while at home, I started coming home to a pair of panties on my pillow. By now, I realized these were my mom’s, and she was leaving me some strips of cloth to cum into so that I no longer got cum on my walls, pants, and sheets.Naturally, I took advantage of it, until one day, on my 12th birthday, a Saturday, my mom pre-empted my waking up at 6am to come into my room at 6.“Hey hunny, I know you’ve been watching me in the.