I fought this as long as I could.Sharon loved my family and they adored her. She thinks it's is neat the way my mom takes abuse from my step-brothers....She found it amusing that Bucky threw away all of Mom's underclothes and makes her wear ridiculously shot skirts, tight sweaters, and high heels. Sharon laughs openly when one of them flips up Mom's skirt or pinches her boobs. I've seen her instigating abuse. Once, when we were on the sofa and Mom was cleaning the fireplace, giving us an. I got pretty bored after a couple of hours and I started going through her trash and old boxes that were sitting outside by the garage door. I figured there might be something worth keeping. I found an old scrap book and an old cigar box that I though was kinda cool. I opened the box first and I was stunned at what I saw inside. She had stacks of old porno pix that must have been made in the forties. It showed women eating pussy, sucking cock, taking it up the ass and even having cum on their. Nothing! I knocked harder. The sound of muffled steps came from within. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. The door opened. A few seconds later my eyes adjusted to the bright light and I saw him clearly. The man was tall and slender, early-thirties, dark-haired. He looked at me from head to toe. I stirred self-consciously."It seems that you need help," he said."Yes," I answered.He stepped back and asked me in."What happened?" he questioned as I hobbled in.I lied back in the armchair he offered. . but not your Mistress." Hello Katrina," Jim gave her a warm, but somewhat weary smile. He wasn't too worn out to give my slave a real once over with his eyes, however, and Katrina ignored my brother's hungry look."Hi," Cheryl was looking at Katrina as well, but not looking entirely happy.Cheryl's smile was a little forced, it seemed, and I'd rather been hoping that she and Jim would have been all made-up and lovey-dovey by now. I knew Cheryl was of a jealous type, I'd seen it in her concern.