The day itself really wasn't that bad. The foodsucked but other than that no one tried to fuck with me or anything. It was like they were waiting for ...omething. around 2 a.m. that nightI woke up to the sound of my cell door opening and closing.I looked through the little window of the door where I saw theguard's light shinning through, and as I looked around me I noticed there were three men in the cell with me. I didn't knowhow to react at first. I had heard stories about people getting****d. Denise and Kevin were sharing a private moment, Kevin trying to give her some encouragement when Mike, the assistant editor approached him."Could I have a talk with you, in private?" he suggested."Of course," replied Kevin, a bit puzzled but following as the two went back into one of the offices."Look, your wife is a beautiful woman, one of the most beautiful I've ever seen, but she's used to modeling outfits or cosmetics or whatever where all she has to do is look beautiful. Here she has to. Not knowing what to do I just nodded. I supposed I can’t really go walking around with cum streaked across my face.The man dragged me up and began walking me toward what I assumed would be his home. He had his hand in the back pocket of my booty shorts, giving my ass the occasional squeeze. I kept my head down hoping not to run into any passers-by. I could feel the night air drying the cum caked onto my face. My stockings had ripped from my kneeling, completing my image as his cheap used-up. . I think I’ve gotten taller. My bed is too small and it’s giving me a backache. Can I get a bigger bed this weekend?”“Taller?” Mom said.“Backache?” Dad added.My bed was what was known as a super twin. It was plenty long enough and my parents knew it. But when Fay and Annette and I were in it, we had to pile on top of each other. Or they piled on top of me. I was always afraid I’d push Annette out of bed when it was just the two of us. Of course, at her house, in a standard twin that she’d.