I gave Brenda's tits a final squeeze and made her sit up. Just as Mark coughed and came into the room. Brenda complained that her jeans were too uncom...ortable, asked me to get more beers and went upstairs to change. When she was gone, Mark commented that I was going to be one lucky guy tonight, that Brenda's passions were lit up and sadly, he was going to go without. I felt rather smug as I commiserated with him.Brenda came downstairs wearing one of my old work shirts and a pair of panties. We. "Really," she said. "When we started going out together, he treated me so bad. On our third date, he beat me with a baseball bat and cracked three of my ribs. I was in agony for weeks." But?" said Rudy."But the last time he hit me," she sobbed, "he hardly left a black and blue mark." That's horrible," said Rudy."It gets worse," she cried. "I had a headache a few days ago, through no effort on his part, and he offered to give me a Tylenol to ease my pain."Rudy held his hands to his mouth. "The. It was just him and me. Mom died delivering me. Life was ... we were poor and didn't have a bucket to pee in, but life was good. We were happy. I was his tomboy who did well in school, making him proud and he worked and fed us and kept the house clean. Then it all changed. Something happened at work and he lost his job and the job that he got was even worse, money wise and he hated it. I was going through that change all young girls go through, but I was still a tomboy and at first, didn't'. The Chef didn’t care about that, he just had his assistants strap the arms tightly to the bar. Next he told them to spread their legs so the assistants could secure their ankles to the floor by threading straps through floor inserts. The assistants then pushed oval metal tubs between their legs. ?Next, girls,? the Chef said with a broad smile, ? we must clean out you insides. But don’t worry, it won’t hurt.? He approached the first girl (who happened to be the blonde.