” Then she kissed me and led me to the bedroom. “Sorry,” she said with a laugh. “That will have to wait. We have a lot of laundry to take ...are of.” She laughed again when I frowned. An hour later we had a load in the washer and another in the dryer so Rosie pulled down the comforter and began to pull my clothes from my body.Rosie had me naked in less than a minute and herself a minute later. I tried to hold it back, but a brief chuckle escaped my lips. “Now that’s what I call. Angela is brought back from her reveries. Somerset is still speaking: “ ... so if you could even just review the questionnaire instruments, we would be very grateful. We think this could be really helpful in so many day-to-day clinical situations and be a real advance in the humane management of patients after injury...”Humane. Injury. Day-to-day situations. These three phrases find their way into a sympathetic part of Angela’s brain, skimming over the hostile terrain of disinterest to find. I sat up straight and moved my hands to the side,which left my shriveled dick on full display. The panties were even moretransparent soaked with sweat. I may as well have been totally naked andin retrospect that would have been less humiliating. As soon as I was infull view there was an uproar beside my window. After several minutesthey finally calmed down and started asking questions."What's his...er, her name?" one asked."Stephanie" Who is he?" My step-brother." Does he suck cock?" Not yet,". But first ... I want to mark her ... so everyone knows she's a slut."The camera eventually steadied, as one of the other men took over recording Betsy's demise. The scene continued with Betsy's face buried deep into Susan's soaked pussy. "Taste it. Can you taste it?" Betsy couldn't believe her eyes and ears. She watched Mel use what looked like a felt pen on her twisting torso. Suddenly she took a closer look at the screen and noticed many dark, red marks already decorating her white.