"Jesus Christ Em!... What happened to you?" When I last looked in the mirror my face was an awful mess; red eyes, running mascara and blotched cheeks....And he hadn't seen the worst part. Tears burst from my eyes again and before I knew what was happening I was gathered into his arms.I cried on his shoulder for several minutes before asking, "What are you doing here Ben? I thought it was..." As I pulled away, I looked down and remembered that I was only wearing my short nightie. It barely covered. In all her memory… Chastity could not imagine having seen so much of her own mother on display. Skirts or dresses which reached to the floor and gave no hint of the sinful shapes beneath had always been the example set. But that had been before she had met him. The man who demanded to be known only as ‘Father’. The man who mother now clung to like a leaf to a tree, terrified that winter might come tomorrow. Even completely unclothed, the older woman pressed herself to him. Breaking every rule. Someone clapped and the guy with the dog told me to remove my dress.He helped me up and I stripped slowly and sexily. Deliberately hoping that it would appease my Masters and the crowd. I was trying to survive this ordeal.The man then removed the collar from Pueblo who was sitting panting and looking at me. He placed it around my neck and told me to get back onto all fours.Some of the men had stripped off. They stood at the cameras and filmed my humiliation.i was led around the rubber sheet. Unable to put up any resistance when my hands left her breasts, Jana could only shiver as the back of her dress is unhooked and zipper pulled down. Bra unhooked, dress pulled over her shoulders, she then feels my large hands on her bare back sliding around and then pushing up her loosened bra. “ Ohhh pleaseeeeeeeee!” she shivered as my calloused hands cupped her bare breasts and then I'm pinching her budding nipples. Moments later, with her dress puddled around her heels and bra on the floor,.