The following days were repeated … a pattern of freezing nights in the bunker, ice cold showers in the morning, sessions of brutal torture, beat...ngs, and electrocution. Verbal abuse and no hope of mercy.Often, during the day, Madame Celeste took me to a tank in the garden. This was big enough for a man, but only just. The tank, on the inside, had hooks to chain a slave, but fortunately I was placed in the tank without being secured. The teletak, the worse torture of all, was secured around my. Our mom and aunt and older cousin, Melinda, were all working so the three of us had all day to do whatever we wanted and, especially for Yvonne and me, that meant having sex of some kind or other. It was every guy's dream.Then, In August, one Thursday, my cousin Melinda came home early from work and it happened that both my sisters were at friend's.I was up in my room on my computer, trying a way a friend of mine had told me about that worked for him on getting around the porn blockers on his. "I felt weird cleaning the house naked," she shrugs. "Do you mind?" Mind?" I say pulling her closer to me. "This is really crossing the line, Lauren!" I tell her with mock anger. "It's one thing for us to be kissing, touching and going down on each other but wearing my clothes, that's just too much!" "Too much what?" she asks pressing her body against me."Too much intimacy!" I answer. "Take it off this instant!" If you insist," she says with exaggerated bashfulness. "By the way, that's three. Come over if you want to play," Holly said into the phone then hung up to get ready. Right on time, Mommy entered the front door, exhausted from her run. Holly was nowhere to be found. She assumed Holly was out and went upstairs to take a shower. The cool water felt wonderful on her warm skin. Thoughts of the previous day crept into her mind. Images of her daughter's pretty face looking up between her silken thighs had Mommy's pussy tingling. Natalie had pleasured her so well that it was.