'Now you Mariel, take your clothes off', they demanded, my brother was wanking himself as he watched and I stalled.Deep down I was game for it, I was ...xcited, but did not want to be too eager, so the next best thing was for the boys to take my clothes off and I would fight to protect my modesty, but let them win.So they overpowered me, and I put up a good fight trying to stop them, and one by one my clothes were removed until my panties were all that remained, and all three pulled and tried. I snatched up a napkin right before she snatched me up by my hair. “Mother f...” I started, being led around the bench seat I was sitting on.“Get your dishes and put them up.” she instructed, pushing me towards the table while letting go of my hair.“This is guard brutality!” I protested, but got my plate and cup anyway.I took it over to the counter and asked the one guard left in the place, “Did you see that shit?”“Shut the fuck up.” she replied, looking up from her phone, “You brought that on. Just writing about it now is making my [censored] wet.I could also hear Daddy tossing and turning, having been deprived of the phytsical release that every real man needs! Yes, Mom had told me about the needs of men, and I understood that Daddy was suffering. All I ever wanted to do was make him happy. I wanted him to approve of me. There came a night when I slipped out of my own bed, naked, and gingerly tiptoed to his room. The door was open, I looked inside, and then I collapsed to the floor,. I found it to be useless though, he was giving us the imagination of what he saw when all I cared for was to see the real deal for myself. It took hours. We all knew what she was thinking, given the current predicament she found herself in, so we were very patient, rather impatiently patient. We just wanted to see her naked now, to see what Dave saw. Halley, an English-Indian boy with broad shoulders and a nose thick and large, was clearly jealous of what Dave saw and he had not. As a leader, I.