. Angel, come save us. Save me, Cordy. I am so afraid.She felt a slow trickle of urine leave her swollen slit.The man in the white suit laughed. He gr...bbed another handful of her hair. He pulled her up to his face and made her shriek with pain."Time's up, slut!" he said.When she once more stood on her swaying pins, he tore the bandages off her chest. It hurt. But when she looked down, there were only reddish traces of the torn off bandages left on her otherwise perfect skin. The fake-looking. I was hesitating lifting the dress from her when I felt her hands on mine and take the dress from me. She lifted the dress slowly up over her head, exposing her body to me, letting me see what I desire so much. My eyes never left her face the whole time and I could see her flush a little as she dropped the dress to the floor and look back at me.I stepped back a little, and she crossed her legs, so I could take in the full beauty of her body. She sat on her work bench, staring at me, as I took. So, Sandra opened the door and saw her mother standing completely naked under the shower. For a moment, she felt a little uncomfortable, but then just decided that it wasn't anything to feel ashamed about. She had been running around naked among them for a while now, and they didn't seem to care. So, why would she care if she saw her own parents naked.She went inside and walked towards the cupboard for what she came to get. She took a towel out of it and then turned around to go downstairs. The four boys were enough to keep me drained practically 24/7. That was good. That was damn good.But. I still kind of liked the idea of a dozen fuck toys lying around for my amusement. I had a couple new rods in the fire so new income would be coming in soon. And I had a couple ideas that should pan out well for long-term cash flow. I was having visions of arriving in Vegas for the GayVNs with an entourage of PYTs around me. The Gay Hef. I kind of liked the image and I didn't want to let it go.