“I’d like you to take your dress off. Then, I want you to play with your breasts. Maybe, put on a little music and do a little dance for me.” K...lly pulled her dress over her head. She was wearing a white thong. She turned her radio on and stood in front of me. She moved her hips side to side and played with her firm and full tits. She squeezed them together and then pushed the one up to her mouth, so she could lick her nipples. It was so fucking hot to watch her lick her tits. She moved her. The man reached out for her, and from the corner of her eye she saw her mother trying to push forward to stop it. It took three men, including Carol-Anne's father, to hold her back. And then that cold, cold hand touched her cheek ever so gently, and she went cold through and through, and sleep came to her, and she did not resist. *Carol-Anne lay in bed and listened. The downstairs was filled with voices, sometimes talking and sometimes shouting, every few minutes someone new. She'd been in here. In front of his first bicycle at Christmas, Angelica in her tutu, Jr. peering out from beneath a too large baseball cap they bought him at the Orioles game, he and Olivia’s wedding pictures, Angelica sitting on her pony. Damn the bitch! Seeing all that shit really rubbed it in.Ben pulled his Tee shirt and boxers off. He ought to take tomorrow off and go see Olivia anyway. She’d left a message; something about the children and school. Tomorrow would be a good day for it.Ben got up earlier than. Although I am the oldest being that I grew up in a feminist household I had little to no say about my life. My sisters decided if I was allowed to be dressed, I had to ask permission to speak, I was spanked by my sisters and as was my brother we were teased humiliated in public at school being tied naked to trees and flag poles and constantly being locked out of my house. If we were allowed to wear clothes it were to be small tidy whiteys and even panties and that was it around the house. Me.