Barry won't care how you're dressed or undressed for that matter once he realizes he's going to have his very own little sister as a fuck toy."Amy blu...hed in embarrassment and humiliation but smiled grimly. There wasn't anything she could do except cooperate. She felt helpless and vulnerable. "Where's Barry now?" What's the matter? Can't wait to get into the sack with him, hmm? Do you want me to go get him now?" N-no, I was just asking," Well, I'm sorry to say you're just going to have to wait.. Before she had time to return the favor by falling to her knees under the pulsating stream of water from the platinum spray heads, a knock at the door made them hasten to wrap robes and towels around themselves and see who was visiting them so early in the morning.The voice on the other side of the door was a bit hesitant but recognizable as their recent acquaintance, Victoria from Chicago."Hi, guys, I was kind of lonely in my room, so I thought you might like some company."Victoria was dressed. Her dress must have been black because I could only see it barely covering her breasts, then it faded into the blackness. She was talking to me in low tones as she approached as if she were talking to a frightened kitten. I felt her hand stroking back my hair as she murmured soft words of comfort. “You have had a terrible ordeal. I just want to make sure that you are ok before I release you unharmed.” Release? I reacted to the word by struggling to rise. The soft covering over my body. Day.’ Her eyes peeled themselves open and she waited for the image to come to focus in the mirror. The eyes looking back at her were red and haggard, sunk in and rimmed with dark circles. The cheekbones protruded and the former attractiveness that she had never noticed was long gone. The only thing that remained were the freckles, those damn, disgusting freckles, and her unkempt, oily red hair. She began to cry. She didn’t even feel herself fall, but the next thing she realized was the cold.