.. a wreck, raped, brutalized, destroyed. They'd been sold to some rich bastard who got to fuck a virgin for a ridiculous amount of money." Your mothe... knew all these ... victims?" A silent witness, yes. She became the most subservient slave possible, never speaking much louder than a whisper, cowed by constant humiliation and torture and rape. Only those secret letters to me kept her sane I think. If they had found those letters, they probably would have killed her because she acted simple for. "You look very pretty, JoAnna." Mistresses caressed the back ofmy neck. "I want you to look pretty, darling, to please thecompany we have coming tomorrow night."I stared at her face in the glass. Company? I shivered. "IsDenise coming back?" I asked, knowing I was being impertinent.Helen's smile faded. "Yes, darling, Denise will be here." Sheslapped me lightly on the cheek. "Now no more questions. Replaceyour wig carefully in the box, then go fetch the ropes for meand position yourself on the. Then she returned and studied us as we gathered hopefully together in the huge bed. With a smile she heaved her bump forward and clambered clumsily onto the bed. Awkwardly, she huffed and puffed before squeezing between and extending her arms to embrace us. After a communal hug, we discussed what we were going to do. After planning the day?s activities, the conversation turned to her baby and we eagerly questioned her about its progress. ?Well, my darlings. She?s a little. Sandy is about 65 years old, a little over weight, but has HUGE boobs.Of a morning, they have a ritual which involves sitting on their back porch, sipping coffee before going back in for breakfast.Sandy always comes out early, I guess she is up usually before her husband.She will often sit there sipping her coffee, glancing in my direction. She can see straight into my room, though the distance would not make it easy to see too much. Though, I guess seeing that I can see enough of her in.