Of course nothing was said, but later she happened to hear this woman telling her servant, her servant mind you, that he should not have to put up wit... such behaviour. She smiled with the recollection of his answer. “What my mistress, whom I am honoured to serve, chooses to do to me is her business and mine and I would thank you not to interfere.” That friend had not been seen since. She wondered if perhaps he liked being beaten, perhaps he needed it. Anyway she would do what she would do. She. The mere thought of being exposed like this to a possible third person, a stranger, was having an even more arousing effect on her. If there was somebody, that somebody could not only smell her sex, but see her so intimitely, and even more intimitely in a few moment."Just look at that", Jennifer heard her husband say."Look at that body. Those tits, those legs, just look at that crotch. Those panties are so wet you can clearly see her pubic lips, those fat lips.Turn around, honey. Let me see. Those boys were all at least seventeen or eighteen and she was right with them at eighteen because of the polio that caused her to miss almost an entire year of school.At least the incorrigible Danny didn’t pull her panties down below her knees.They were still in a position from which she could restore them to their original location quickly. In fact, she could push them up into place real quick in case the teacher came to see what was causing the increase in volume from the tiny room. The. I was abused by both my parents and their associates over the years. The abuse was physical and mental."I have physical and mental scars from that time. Poppa was the first man to ever give me a hug or a kiss who didn't expect sex from me. My life was a terror until I was fifteen. They hurt me badly and a teacher finally saw the bruises and would not accept my excuses. She called children's services. A nice woman, Anna Armstrong, took charge. She and my teacher took me to a hospital and had me.