I close my eyes and try to picture myself, kneeling on the floor of the cell.Yes, there's a lot to think about, confusion, conflicting feelings and em...tions, what is expected from me, my behaviour ... Like yesterday, for example: I actually thanked the bitch for letting me cum. Hell, next time I'll probably thank her for a whipping, too.Get a grip, Jamie!!! You're being held captive here, have been forced to do things you never wanted to do! The bitch has done things to you that shouldn't be. He didn't last very long and just as quickly as it started, it ended and he headed back towards the house."This is our secret, okay?" he said smiling. "And don't stay outside too long, you'll catch cold," he added ducking back through the glass door. That was sort of his way of saying "thanks for letting me fuck you". She didn't feel much like watching the movie any more and went to her room. Opening the door, her oldest brother was sitting in his underwear on her bed. She knew what that. The door was partially opened and I overheard them speaking and the nurse said to the doctor, "I can't believe I got to see Tom - - - - - - - in the nude." I never knew from where she would have known me. College? High School? Baseball? But I froze in partial terror, realizing she knew me from some circumstance in the "real world" and now had seen me entirely nude. After she said, "I can't believe I got to see Tom - - - - - - - in the nude," the doctor responded to her with, "Well . . . what. “Can I ask you something Shanty?” “Yes dear, go ahead and ask. Mom replied. What do you want, to know about me?” “Shanty, you are so beautiful and sexy. Then why did your husband leave you, in such a short period?” Dad asked. It had never struck in my mind, to ask my mom the same question. Why did my father leave her, shortly after their wedding, even before I was born. Stella looked at me, with the same question on her face. I shook my head, in response to her silent question. “Dear,.