As her friend, Susan couldn’t help her if she didn’t ask for her help or even talk about what happened to her. No doubt, harboring all the guilt i... blaming herself for what men did to her, obviously she felt that the emotional, physical, and/or sexual abuse was all of her fault. * * * * * She had been living there on a farm in rural Pennsylvania for two years, long enough to know how totally different Mennonite women are from her. Other than to those who she said hi and good-bye to and who. The next day was Friday, usually a slow day. It was slower than usualfor Toby. Everyone was talking about the company picnic tomorrow. Hewas glad everyone was looking forward to the picnic. The picnic wasalways a high spot for the summer. People looked forward to it.When he got home he asked Linda, "I have something to ask you. Do youthink you can put aside the happenings of this week for the picnictomorrow?"Linda asked, "Do you mean pretend it didn't happen? Pretend you arestill a total. UHHH". He felt my lips engulf the giant member."UUUGGGKKKKK! UUUUGGHHHH! He took the opportunity and my mouth was filled with over six inches of hard cock, my lips wrapped so tight around the massive weapon that I thought they would tear. My body was being bent backwards, I put my bound arms out behind me to keep from falling over. He pulled on the cloth and fed me more of his cock."UUUUHHH!! UUUUHH!" The sounds of his pleasure filling the room."UUUUGGGK!," the sound of my revulsion as I was. On days when? am not kept inthe closet, I am expected to have his favorite cold drink waiting for him whenhe walks in. If not, I am punished horribly with electricity.? His favorite drink is V8, vodka, and a cup ofmy freshly poured blood, with ice, in a tall glass.? I get the blood from the little plastic'faucet" valve he got from a medcial supplystore over the internet. He punctured my arm vein and inserted it, sealing itwith instant-drying cyanoacrylic glue.? Now he can desanguinateme.