. I just can’t get my head around you,” I reply in all seriousness.She greets me with a look of wonder as I move my hand to tuck her hair behind h...r left ear.“You shouldn’t let your hair cover your face,” I say with a hint of affection, hoping not to sound condescending.She feigns a sweet smile as she looks off to the side, obviously slightly embarrassed. I shift my weight a little forward so that I can lift her head with two fingers. She looks back up at me. I use the back of my fingers to. Despite the fact she had just touched herself under her robe, she suddenly felt unsure of this.“Touch yourself,” he said again. “How,” she asked, somewhat embarrassed. Her mind had gone blank. She had never imagined herself ever masturbating in front of someone before. “I would like to watch you play with yourself,” he stated in his calm, controlled manner.She hesitated. “What do you want me to do?”“Touch your breast. Reach up and gently caress it.”“Like this,” she asked as she brought. Becca, do you think your spouse and your children could come here tonight? Becca nodded yes. Becca, have your husband meet me here with the children in one hour. Judy, who are your children with? Oh, OH my Gosh. Ok, we will go get them NOW. (My scan showed then home alone. They were twelve and eight.) Yes, you all could stay here on air mattresses tonight.Judy and I went and got her boy and girl. They were in a small studio apartment. The down stairs in the new apartment was larger than their. We partied for quite a while, and the crowd started thinning out. They were drinking beer and the girls were drinking shooters. I didn't know they were making mine with good old s. Carolina moon shine.I was feeling no pain. I kept drinking them down and they kept bringing them. I fell asleep leaning against a tree by a fire while there were still a few of them there. When I woke up, there were only 7 football players and my husband there.My hands were tied to a branch above my head. My bra and.