"Very nice," he said. "Now let's see what that pie looks like without anything covering it."Mr. Hardown grabbed a pair of scissors. He snipped the sci...sors together three times before he lowered it to Jenna's crotch. He breathed heavily as he cut the panties right off of her. Mr. Hardown pulled Jenna's ruined panties aside and stared at her pussy. It was pink and shaven, and her moist lips were begging to be touched. However, Mr. Hardown intended to satisfy his own genitals first."Sorry, my. All was quiet. She was laying on a bed, on a ship. She opened her eyes and slowly sat up. She gingerly touched her head and felt the dried blood and matted hair. She looked around the small cabin she was in. She silently walked over to the door and tried the handle. It was of course locked. She realized with a shock that she was a prisoner. She had never been captured before and she cursed her own stupidity. It had been her own selfish pride that had gotten her into this mess. Her thoughts went. When she could sit back and look me in the eyes, I told the six women, “Because I need people to work for me that have been through some of the same shit as my foster kids. You took all the abuse and made it out to the other side. All of you’ve been doing things you’re not proud of to be able to have a place to sleep and something to eat. If you were a kid in foster care, would you prefer to talk to some thirty-something shrink, who probably had a few light pats on the butt, through their. As intimate as we were, I didn't want Michelle to awake.Although that was not necessary for as Lindie retrieved the now fairly dry cloth we had used earlier, Michelle whispered into my left ear, "That was fantastic."I laughed at that and as Lindie made it back with the cloth to wipe my chest she wondered at my laughing. I simply said, "Michelle's awake." Oh," Lindie said with a light blush on her face. "That wasn't the plan."Michelle held up her arm and looked at the thin white string on her.