In fact, their cuteness was now really more beauty. Owen, who I remembered as a cute little boy, was now about six feet tall, a rangy, sturdy young ma... with a mop of sun-bleached blond curls and muscles from working out and being on the high school soccer team. Equally amazing was Olivia, now unmistakably a woman in the making. About five-six, tanned, slender, long-legged, she had a figure that I only dreamed about at her age. It was really the next morning when I was able to see just how much. Because it was in my hand, the neck of the bottle found its way to my soaked and steaming pussy and I plunged it in as I laid back and let myself go.Thinking about Thomas spying on me was far too much and my orgasm came in intense waves, one after another. I kept up the pace on my clit but withdrew the neck of the bottle. The sensation of it sliding out set me off again in a smaller mini-orgasm. Still, my mind was in overdrive. I kept on stroking my clit and let my other hand run up and. At first she had tried to keep track of how long she had been held, then slowly apathy had set in, each day had blended into another as she tried to fight the beatings, the torture, the rapes. She had quickly learned the more she resisted, the more she tried not to scream the worse Mindon got, so she had stopped resisting and started screaming which seemed to please Mindon's cruel warped mind. Jenee knew she wasn't the only woman locked away in this hell hole, she had heard their screams, heard. Patty knew I was aware that the party wasn’t a surprise, but she thought I’d had a delightful time last night. I hoped everyone did.By the time I was done in the shower, the house was empty and I knew they’d be next door at breakfast. I got dressed slowly, the incision still tender and sore from last night’s exertion. When I was presentable, I started looking around the room and couldn’t find my phone or my wallet. I knew my mother had them and wondered if she was holding them on suspicion that.