I still know who she is. If I know this as the truth, we can’t hide from ourselves. Our conscious won’t allow us. Our conscious thoughts will fore...er haunt us to our graves. Every time we look in the mirror, we have to face ourselves to not only confront who we’ve become but also who we are. ‘How could you have sex with that man? What’s wrong with you? God he’s so gross. I can’t believe you allowed him to touch me, feel me, grope me, and have sex with my body. Just because he bought you dinner. ***Lucy sits a pan of warm soapy water on the stand next to David’s bed. She helps him remove his pajama top. It smells awful and she tosses in a pile of dirty clothes that are scheduled to be put in the washing machine before she goes to bed. She takes a clean bath towel and spreads it across his lap then reaches under it to help him lower his pajama bottom and boxer shorts. They quickly join the growing pile of dirty clothes.Lucy dips a clean washcloth in the hot soapy water, rings it out and. He needed to know his place and stay in it.“Now what to do with this little pussy boi?” Jessica asked as she pulled the ball gag from Jerry’s mouth and he howled in pain, “that’s right, you little worm, cry like the wimp that you are!”“Make him lick your butts, all of them!” I proposed, putting a real grin on Jessica’s face.“Sounds good to me! Here ... eat my ass! Lick it! Did you hear me, wimp? LICK. MY. ASSHOLE! Rim me ... stick your tongue back there! Attaboy! More of that tongue in my. It is all catching up to him.“I’m going to ask one more time,” he growls. “What were you doing there?”“What if I don’t tell you?” she asks defiantly.“Then I’m going to beat it out of you,” he growls right back.“Now that could be fun,” Erika says, smiling. “My father used to beat me before he fucked me. He said he liked how I could move to resist. It made it easier. You know, after a few years even I began to like it.”Spencer has had enough. He grabs first the chair and then the table, slinging.