Karen took a long shower, trying to recover from the latest humiliating abuse she needed. She stood in front of the mirror, drying her hair and lookin... at her reflection. Her nipples were constantly sore now, but she endured the pain. Her once bright eyes were now sullen-looking with darkening circles.“You fucking bitch, I hate you!” She yelled to her reflection, and smeared her hand across her image. She put on her low-cut top and nonexistent skirt. Her mind seemed almost empty as she. You moaned at the pressure, and let me linger there a few moments.You pointed to the nearby corner. "Wall."I hesitated. You looked at me and smiled. And pressed the button.I grabbed my balls instinctively from the pain. When the shock ended, I shuffled over to the wall and pressed my lips against it."Stay."You walked past me, running your hand through my hair.Then you left the room.I waited, my lips against the wall. I didn't want to anger you. I stayed.You left me there for a while. Since you. Although he did not say her name any better at the age of thirty-two than he could the day he held her so carefully, he persisted in calling her Mare-Mar-Get, as if it were three separate words. The gentle soul, inside the body of a grown man, blushed when she would shake his hand on Sunday mornings and say, "Good morning, Mister Bennett Malone." His pride at having two names was as special as Mary Margaret's pride with her own two names.Usually somewhere near Benny was his older brother. His laptop was on and I could see glimpse of porn movie running on the screen and with long cord head phones, over her ears Lakith was totally engrossed into. He was totally unaware of my presence over the window; I was standing hardly 4-5 feet away from the bed on which he was lying almost stark naked and moving his monster Penis back and forward.For a moment I thought about going back and pressing the door bell but don’t know why I remained glued to the window and kept on looking at his.