It would be years before I finally understood what this secretive language meant, between these men like my father, my very reason for being there was...for men like daddy, to be given an opportunity to enjoy my presence.'Can we use her', he asked, and daddy turned and looked at the men gathered, four in all, waiting and staring down at me, 'Give me a minute', he replied, and led me into a cubical, where he undressed me and sat me onto the large wooden seat.'No matter what darling', he said,. But have you looked at her body? Do you realize how hard it is to get blood off a vinyl floor? On the other hand, we just drop the bed linen into the washing machine. However, I'll take that complaint under advisement. What else?" She claims she's deprived of outhouse privileges. She's forced to use a private bath?" Nita's face was in a frown, although her eyes were dancing with laughter. "What about that?" That's unfair!" Jan protested. "It's not my fault. It's the damned EPA! They have some. Everything seemed just fine, physically.I punched a number on my speed dial. It was for a psychiatrist I sometimes referred clients to when I was working on an incompetency plea. When his receptionist picked up, I covered my mouth and whispered as loud as I dared, fearing I might wake Aunt Margie (or Dagmar), “Clinic? Yeah, this is Marty Brenner. I need to speak to Dr. Milton, please. It’s urgent!”After a few seconds: “Hello? Dr. Milton? Um, this is Marty Brenner, and I’m calling from my Aunt. Parker was on her knees, draped over the same table, a couch cushion forced under her hips, thrusting her ass up lewdly with Robert behind her, when the camera zoomed in you could see the dried and caked cum all around her swollen cunt, some time must have passed. The camera panned up slightly to one of the boys, the one with the larger cock, but not Robert, lining the head of his cock up with the blond soccer mom’s tiny little starfish. You can hear him spit and then you can see him rub a.