She considers Joi like a mother and never wants to disappoint her. “ May I change them please?” Ashley asks, making contact with her round, brown...eyes before lowering them. Joi stands up and adjusts her white lab coat. Her heels click on the tile floor as she approaches the couple. “ Your doing just fine,” she uses her fingertips to lift Ashley’s chin. The girl’s eyes so innocent – especially when she unconsciously batts her long lashes. Joi pushes a few of Ashley’s loose strands of hair. Now certainly not all the people fell under his spell, but many did. He was amazing if a bit unoriginal. He would whisper to the men to be a good husband and father and to the women to be a good wife and mother. He would whisper encouragement and give them instruction on following the right path. You know, it wasn’t long before that little town of ours got very calm. Based upon what I noticed during that time he must have influenced at least sixty to seventy percent of the people he spoke to.. Her blouse was torn leaving her breasts bare and her skirt was rucked up to her waist. Her stockings were ripped, and the gusset of her panties was in tatters exposing her shaved vulva (funny what you notice in times of stress). The remnants of her brassiere were stuffed in her mouth forming a crude gag. A man was kneeling between her legs, his erect penis in his hand preparatory to driving it into the woman’s unwilling vagina. There were three other men there, one holding her arms above her. He was right although she didn't say so or show it either. His hands on her boobs did feel good and although she liked it, a lot more then she should, she knew she had to stop, and at all costs if she could."But Father! Father we can not. We should not" she tried getting across to him."Ohhhhhh sister, what you do not know" he said, knowing what he wanted next."Pardon me" she said."Here let me show you something" he told her.With that he took her hand. He lowered it, unknowingly, to his crotch.