I didn’t expect anyone else to be there. My down-the-hall neighbor, Monroe, came in to wash his clothes, just as I was taking my clothes out of the ...ryer and folding them.He put his basket down on the work table next to me and was staring at my large bra, which I only seldom wore. I knew that Monroe is married, sixty-eight years old and he is very handsome, lean, and rugged looking for a man his age. He looked at me, smiled, and said, “Wow, Tori, that’s some big bra you’ve got there. I’ll bet. My story starts very young. I was always a chronic masturbator, remember my mother taking me to the doctor when I was very young because I would not leave my cock alone. I shared a room with my little sister, across the hall from my parents room. My parents were both “players”, my mom was a school nurse and was home every evening and she also knew most of the people in our small steel town (remember the Deer Hunter? It was filmed where I grew up). My dad worked in construction and would. The lane dog-legs as it crosses Soi 57 and the last stretch is dotted with more massage shops, laundry shops, and various other businesses.As I approached one of the last massage shops, a girl stood outside, her trousers pulled tight revealing a hint of her camel toe, and with her legs pressed tight together.‘Hello massage,’ she said, but in a clipped excited voice. Being different, it caught my attention. A couple of paces past her, I stopped and turned. ‘Thank you for stopping,’ she said,. Yet, each day she paid for and was punished. Every day I managed to figure out what she was doing and put her in her place. She would also get sloppy doing her chores or try to sneak food out of the fridge.Dad hung her by her tits in the dungeons one day and made her stand on her tippy toes for an hour. He taught me a lot about how to use the Dungeon toys properly. He had a wooden wrack that he could bind my mother and sister too.My mom switched between the role I knew her as before and Cherry.