When I turned toward her I noticed that she was sitting with both feet planted firmly on the floor, her arms folded across her chest. A small, anxious...smile on her face. She looked unsure of herself.I walked toward her until my knees were touching hers and, placing my hands on her legs, bent to lightly kiss her face. First her check and then her lips, softly running my tongue over her sweet, sweet lips. She was breathing hard, but not yet kissing me back. I lightly ran my tongue over the soft. " "Yeah. But what did you do," Joey said, still discussed. "What do you mean?" Suzi said, surprised as I was. "You just turned them against your father, who to them was their father. You just destroyed their lives Tim. Joy's, Honey's, and your father's," Joey said, glaring at me. "What's your problem? I just helped them set themselves free!" I said. "Who the fuck asked you too? They didn't. Look at them. They're still crying. When are you going to learn not to fuck with other people's heads?. Confused, she looks at him questioningly, unable to speak with her mouth still gagged. He puts the items down and dips the towel into the bowl. Water, warm, as he rubs the towel over her hair, between her legs, up, approaching her belly button. Once he is satisfied, he reaches down again and applies shaving cream to her. He carefully covers her hair, leading down, around her special place, lower, around her bum. He looks at her "Don't move, we don't want this to cut" and grins. Slowly he shaves. Older women are better as pain slaves. They are good for whippings and torture.”Becky’s body ached all over. She was bound and stretched backward. One of the men was running his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts. She squirmed, trying to avoid the brutal hands as they pinched and pulled on her breasts. She could only make muffled noises, the padding in her mouth preventing all noise. Every time she moved the pain rushed into her arms and legs. She felt her blouse pulled, the buttons.