There were evenings when he would have his cronies round to play poker and mum would be forced to serve them beer wearing nothing but stockings and if...he lost more money than he had, mum had to pay his debts in kind.I watched many times through the partially open door as men unloaded themselves in her mouth, mum knew I watched too but never said a word about it to dad, towards the end she deliberately left the door open and I watched as she rode one of his mates or clung to their thrusting hips. “Ah, Miss Donovan. I see we’re making excellent progress...” a voice said to my right. I tried to move my head to view this, but I found my head trapped in between two immobilizer blocks. “Shhh ... don’t move, it’s ok ... Your neck muscles are weak and don’t have the strength to turn, yet...” the voice continued, and the person to my right stepped out in front of me and the bed automatically adjusted so I could see the speaker. It was my surgeon, Doctor Wilhelm Toten, the pioneer of Neural. I could barely keep my mind on my business that day thinking of walking around this bathhouse naked with other men. that night I went to a gay bar near there to get rid of my inhibitions. after a few drinks, I thought I may as well start my short walk to the bathhouse. I could feel my body start to get hot with an anticipation. when I arive the place is sort of dark and I am a little nervous, the guy at the deck handed me a towel and key to a locker, and told me about the place. I walk to the. ” Who she’s referring to is unclear. She puts on her clothes beside the couch as fast as she can. The man who entered the scene stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his hand, he looks rather composed. It’s clear that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the young man on the couch.“Dennis, get your ass of my couch. Hurry the fuck up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you.”Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the.