They were told to dress and leave. Before he handed him the keys to Tammy's car, Jake said, "You will report here every Friday night at seven. When yo... ring the doorbell, I want the both of you naked, with you bodies clean shaven and on your knees. Your wife will be wearing her ball gag. Women should be fucked and not heard." This brought a gale of laughter as they left the house. The saliva was still drooling between her gag and a trail of semen ran down her legs. Greg was forced to leave with. She also enjoyed hearing it. Offa spoke in a guttural low born Fleabottom accent thicker than Ser Davos. He spoke in cruel ways to denigrate their bodies and lack of stamina. He called them both whores, slags, worms and frequently spat upon them. The humiliation of accepting the words without challenging them only added to their debasement and enhanced it. It would be like that on a walk of atonement, only the entire population of the city would turn out to hurl these insults.It was quite. They could be under the awning, and they'd see us on top of the truck. What else? Jewelry, hair salon, bank. Nothing useful. You need clothes, shoes at least. I'll check out this building, see what I can find. Make sure it's clear, maybe find some tools. I know you're anxious to get those off." I don't know," Marla said. "I'm getting used to them, I feel kind of safe with them on, like everything will turn out all right. Especially now that you're here." She stood and dropping the quilted. Emma realized that she had gotten his attention and she smiled. A lumped popped up in his jeans and Emma knew what that was. She lived on a farm and sex was not new to her, at least between the a****ls.Emma took Rob's hand and placed it on her small breast. The dress was thin and it was almost like feeling it, but not quite. Emma quickly pulled the dress over her head and laid it across the hood of the cooling tractor.Totally naked now she placed his hand back on her breast. That was so much.