~The smell of cooking eggs woke me. Stretching, I yawned and opened my eyes. I really had to use the restroom again. And a shower would have been nice...as well. I felt sticky, and sore. Shame filled my body. I had begged to be raped by my boss. I didn’t understand why I did that, but it felt so good, so right, at the time. I was so embarrassed. I was relieved that I was left alone for a while. I could collect my thoughts and maybe walk out of here with some dignity. But then again, it was still. My ample breasts are my best feature, round, good cleavage and shown off subtly. Nevermind, I thought… Can’t please everyone.The Barman, stood up as I approached and met be halfway down the bar.“Hi love, what can I get ya?” he questioned in a usual Barman tone.“I’ll have a Budweiser please, in the bottle” I answered.I picked my spot, I would spend the next hour at, as my bottle of Bud was delivered. I sat, launching my laptop in front of me, bag at my side, Bud in hand. Getting a connection, I. Daisy and Carol thenstayed for dinner. It was a bit strange -- Ruth and I had to dress upfor dinner, while Daisy and Carol as guests didn't have to change.After dinner, I practiced a little on the piano, and Ma called Becky'saunt about the planned sleepover. My piano practice was interruptedwhen Ma said, "Great news, Lucy! The sleepover is on!" Ma was asexcited as if she were participating.I noticed Pa and Carol were talking together on the sofa. We spent thenext hour or so watching a. Marrie fetched some string and a small belt that was infinitely variable. She put the belt around her belly and tightened it was much as she could, biting into her flesh. She took the two tubes she made yesterday from her nightstand and inserted the short one into her pussy. With her finger she felled the little drilled hole and pushed the tube into her until the hole was just outside her. Taking her box with the slugs from her nightstand, opened it and turned it around over her tummy, leaving.