My wife was showing signs of exhaustion, but Vonna was still going at it. Vonna got Debbie on her back and was kneeling on both my wife’s upper arms...which were over her head. Vonna grabbed my wife’s ankles and pulled them up beside her head and knelt on them, raising Debbie’s ass high in the air. Debbie was stuck, she couldn’t move and was way too tired to do so. Vonna ripped what was left of Debbie’s panties off exposing my wife’s bald cunt and asshole. Debbie was trying to scream but it. She had hoped she would be able to avoid the rush hour traffic. She hadn't. She pounded on the steering wheel. At this rate she knew that her usual 30-minute commute would take over an hour.She thought about her marriage, about how unlikely she would be able to salvage any of it. Eric had found out about her affair. Before Iraq, he might have been able to forgive her but now? The pictures had been taken while he was away in Afghanistan. She sobbed realizing what he must think. Even though the. Er ... um ... Dorothy. Look, this is ridiculous. Just tell me if you have something under that short, short dress." No Daddy. Well, I just have underwear on, not shorts. Wanna see?" No, I don't want to see. Although I suppose anyone who sees you bend over to pick up anything will see perfectly well." Maybe they'll see more than that, Dad!" she said defiantly. "You never know! And like I said, this is nothing, anyway! And, it's up to me what I show and who I show it to!"Ashlyn now stood facing. Okay, I am the rock.Comment: Bec took her father’s hand in hers and held onto it tightly. Then she looked at me.Dr K: You’ve been doing well.Bec: That was the easy part. The next part is harder.Small: Are you ready to start again?Comment: Bec and her father looked at each other and then they both nodded. Small ducked out of the room and returned a moment later with Mahler. Everyone resumed their seats. Mahler pressed record on the camera.Mahler: Interview resumed at 4:13pm.Mahler: Rebecca, what.