"Don't worry honey. I'll help you with your dress too."I pouted. Not because I wanted to wear the damn dress. I poutedbecause it seemed so extra emasc...lating to be so dependent on her. "Ican do it Ma'am. I can dress myself!"It was no use. She tutted and tsked, lifting my arms, stepping me intoit, even zipping it up."I'm sure you can Stephanie. I am enjoying dressing you though. It'snot like I've had anyone to dress up in an awfully long time. Now stoppouting or I'll smack your cute bum."I. “If it was up to me, I’d wear that shirt.”“No,” she said. “You had those scars before you met me, at least most of them, and when you got them, it was on behalf of all of us. I want them to see how much you’ve suffered for their sake.”“Okay,” he said. “But I don’t think they’ll look at it that way. What about your scars?” he asked.“Mine?”“You can see them too,” he said.He walked up and traced a finger around the exit wound on her back.“I didn’t think of that,” she said.“I pointed that out to. My father dominated her, after his death and me being sent to prison, she just sank lower and lower. At least she hadn't landed working the streets, but sought solace in the bottle. My sister was of the same fibre as my mother."You said you would let me suck your cock again if I stayed sober." 'Is that all you want to do with my cock mum, now come on tell me now?" No I told you fuck us all, I want you to fuck me." What would you rather have a fuck or a suck?" A fuck any day, but will you fuck. “I live on the second floor with Sanice. She’s with her family in Aruba which is where I wished I could have been or at least anywhere but here. My name is Ella” I wasn’t really sure what to say to them except I had wanted to be friendly back.“We live on the third floor; I have extra clothes hangers and pins if you’re interested? I didn’t really want to throw them away but then no one seems to be using them anymore.” As he spoke my washer had finally stopped, pulling my clothes out into the.