Right next to her a mother and her daughter were making love. It was not at all the nasty forced i****t she had endured at the hands of her father and...his lady-fuck-friend. What Rachel saw in her dream was full of real caring. The mother made her daughter cum, because she wanted her to be happy, not out of some desire to control her. The girl in return made her mommy cum because she loved her.Rachel smiled and rubbed herself as she watched. Although she had recently suffered a great deal of. "What happened to my bra?" I screamed.He seemed annoyed that I had interrupted him, and in fact, I suddenly wished I hadn't. I wanted to tell him that the bra wasn't mine... that it was borrowed; but I just couldn't let him know that! He told me that the bra was in my purse, and that he'd made me go into the bathroom in the diner and take it off. He said it was very becoming, but he liked me better without it. And, with my hand still on his arm, he continued to stroll down the street as if my. She was still in the black pencil skirt that had scrunched itself up her thighs as she sat on the couch and her button-down blouse had one too many buttons undone and it showed off her cleavage and I could see the edges of her black bra. I couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment before she realised, I was there, and once again caught me checking her out. “Hey there stranger, there is some lasagne left in the microwave for you it is probably still warm.” She said with a smile. She clearly. If that means being beaten, fucked or even killed just for the enjoyment of a man, then so be it. Who cares? It's just another two bit whore that come a dime a dozen! Literally! Whores are of so little value that you can literally buy a dozen of them for only a dime. But nobody around here really cares, because slut trafficking has been in effect for almost 77 years now. They have absolutely no rights and no one cares about them. Not even the sluts themselves cares about their own lives, only.