He stopped kicking me. I peeked out from my arms and he pointed his gun at me. "Give me your panty hose." I took off each stoc...ing carefully, trying not to show him my underwear, or be too sexy as I unhooked them from my garter. But I knew it couldn't be helped. I was sure it looked sexy. I was regretting the garters and the stockings. I was regretting everything bitterly. I gingerly held them out. He snatched them from me. "Turn around," he commanded. . ”We pulled up to the Savannah gate and as it lifted, I had that idea again. Our little caravan drove into the garage and parked. All of the mom’s got to work putting all of the kids and babies to bed. Everyone went down sweet and quiet. Bill and Gwen went, hand in hand, to the apartment above the garage. Trent and Dara took the far guest room.Lynn and I walked around the house, turning off lights and closing the house down. Lynn set the security system to active and we made our way to the. To make sure i did not get sun burned on my budding titties he would put way too much lotion on them. Things stayed the same till I was 12. My dad would have poker parties over at the house and Mike and the others would say i would be a great hostess. My tits were now a b-cup and i even saw my dad looking down my shirts a few times. It was a big rush to know i was haveing an effect on all those grown men. As the hostess i would get the guys beers and chips for some small tips. i soon. She giggled. Mike sat there listening, mind wandering in places it definitely shouldn’t be with a 16 year old if she were that. Where’s your mom? He could tell he hit a sensitive topic. I am sorry, I don’t mean to pry. She took a deep breath. No it’s ok. She is like, in jail. (a slight exhale) She would get drunk and abuse me. Last time she broke my wrist. I am a ward of the state. Whatever the fuck that means. Actually, I know what it means, but what it is and what means are two different.