Margie bent down and picked up her scattered clothing from the path and then willingly followed the guy into the house. The door closed firmly behind ...er.Following the guy into the bedroom, Margie gasped. Mounted on the ceiling above the bed were various hooks and loops with ropes and shackles hanging down. On a chest of drawers were several huge dildos and a pile of whips and floggers.The guy laughed at Margie's gasp. "You like what you see do you?"Margie climbed onto the bed and lay on her. ‘They said that there was nothing wrong, that she was imagining the pain and we backed them up. We didn’t believe her. In the end, she left home for a while, because we didn’t believe her pain.’ Tears course down her cheeks. ‘I thought I was over the crying.’ ‘It’s all right.’ I place an awkward arm on hers, knowing that nothing I can say or do can assuage her grief or deflect her anger from me, whom she sees as part of the system that let her mother die in agony. There is no redress, but it’s. Before the door could shut, in walked a college boy. He fumbled around trying to put on a condom and shot off. He sprayed her hairy mound, remained hard and slid in her bare. He pumped six times before he shot again. He looked at me as if to question could he go again.“You have two minutes left," I said.He machine gun fucked her. His ass was flailing so fast he appeared to be stopped. He grunted and shot inside her. Pulling out, he left her filled with thick, foamy cum. She wiped again as he. I beckoned him in and he stood inside the door, unsure what to do next. “Sit over there”, I whispered, pointing to the couch. He’d have a perfect view from there, and he would be in shadow if she woke up.He did as he was told, and I walked over to the bed. I gave it a nudge with my knee, and her tits swayed under the sheet, but she didn’t wake up. I slowly reached up and took the covers in both hands. I looked back at Drew, and smiled. “Here we go!", I said in a hushed voice. He just nodded and.