Guilt and anger were coursing through him as speed off, leaving his daughter standing, calling after him. Unthinking, he headed home, and swung in too...the drive, and sat there, the engine humming away, numb and unthinking. It was the movement of his neighbour looking out of the window which snapped him back into the present. He turned off the ignition and walked into his house. What to do, what to do, he kept thinking, would she come home, what will he say, his daughter a whore, oh my god. They walked in on two boys drunk and passed out on Purple Drank. I found out later that panic set in. Our pulses were checked and they soon put the pieces together to find out we were drunk. So a quick call to the Poison Control Center soothed their nerves. We were drowsy, nausitous, and we were not going to wake up or move until morning. Nancy and my mother with their wisdon decided it would be best to move us on to the couch - as we passed out literally sitting on the floor. Nancy rolled over. Salim now. It could wait till morning. My auntie took me to my room and I pretended that I was very sleepy so she helped me change into pajamas. I was nervous as I had a semi erection listening to the conversation of the maid and her and expecting the Dr. any moment to spend the night. She lay down next to me on my bed and patted me in the bargain I could feel her breast touching my body. She was not wearing a bra. The maid knocked and came in saying that Dr. Salim has come and is. A tube forced inside their urethra's would collect the only litter the girls made into a small container, Matt had hidden on the each statue's base. Since the girls didn't deficate because of their exclussively liquid dite, only detachable part was a long, thick penis gag, that was connected to their head pieces. It sat right on their gag reflex, and would torment them constantly. Matt would only detach it once a day, to feed and water his dolls, sometimes adding their own piss into their.