The slave threw up causing all of Sharon's piss and shit and whatever else was in the slaves stomachto fill up in the clear plastic hose and bowl. Al... the girls watched as the slave struggled to swallow thefoul waste all over again. He was breathing hard now and the dirt floor rose up and down above the slaveschest ever so slightly."That is fucking sick. Oh well my turn now." Cindy said.Sharon and Cindy traded places and Cindy sat down above the slaves head to deposit her waste. Sharon,. W-What are you doing?H-Writing a story.W-What do you mean writing a story? You're not a writer.H- Unfortunately a lot of readers agree with you.W-Readers? What readers?H- On this web site, a writer can send in stories and people read them. Then the readers can tell them what they think.W-What kind of story site is this? And, what do you write about?H-Well, honey, it's an erotic story site and I send in erotic stories.W-By erotic do you mean porno?H-Mine aren't just sex, I write stories about. . and he was me. I couldn't do this could I? He knows who I am.I smoothed my dress and sat back down on the bed wandering into aforeign territory I would never be able to come back from. I foundmyself fixing my hairto look good for him.. why, I thought. I could hear the elevator.. Icould hear him down the hall. He entered the room and closed the doorbehind.He was much bigger than me. Even if I didn't want to, I knew he wouldmake sure I did.. I had already given him instructions to make. Rob straddles his two friends as he smoothly draws Betty’s panties down removing them from her ankles. It was bad enough his shorts are already off.This had to stop. But again I couldn’t move. My perverted mind; there I knelt watching, my daughter now outright undressed, one boy only in his underwear as the other boy begins to remove his shorts.My little girl can’t keep her eyes off of Rob rubbing his covered dick, and then her eyes become the size of saucers when he yanks the cotton briefs.