“One guy was left. He carried me into my bedroom, undressed me, and...”Beth started to cry, so I hugged her.“Baby, you don’t need to be graphi.... I can fill in the blanks.”“I’ll try. Okay. He asked me to do things and it was if I had no choice but to comply. I was like his puppet. He wanted ... he wanted oral first,” she whimpered. “Then he had ... you know, normal sex. He made me get him hard again with my mouth. Then...”She was starting to lose control, so I hugged her and kissed her to let. Antique cars had always appealed to my curiosity. Even under the pain inflicted by my foster father, the happier times that I remembered were gleaned through the discovery of his old car magazines. I stuck my head inside of the ancient car and smelled the deep aroma of the mohair seat. It was a strange scent, combining the musty odor of age with the actual material itself. I pulled my head back outside and gently closed the door, slowly making my way back toward the stolen bicycle. I pushed. She flinched slightly when she felt light kisses flowing onto her neck and soft 'finger' tips slipping under the robe on her shoulders.Susan trembled and shook as wild thoughts filled her mind.'What is happening? ... What is doing this?'Susan gasped when she looked down at her body and saw the ruffling movements of her robe as her breasts and inner thighs were being fondled and explored. A now, terrified Susan stood there unable to move. Unseen 'hands' were roaming freely across her body. Both. Your Uncle Jack has taught me that l love the pain, l know you must think l’m some perverted monster.”“No Mum,” he interrupted, “But is it right that l feel so good when l’m doing it to you?”“Some men need to be masterful, baby, and more often than not, women like their men to be masterful, there are just varying degrees, don’t try to analyse it baby, that will tie you in knots, just enjoy it. You have two women who want to please you and want you to dominate them, most men would give a fortune.