The Indian brother chuckling. Excited.“So!” The crone clapped her hands, “who shall be gagged by yours truly? Lets begin the selection process!�...� This was exciting to the elder. The crone loved being dramatic, mostly to scare the girls and to turn on the men. She delayed the gratification as much as she could, dropping hints of what was to come next bit by bit.“My albino king!” She called out loud, “come on down to the end of the bed there and show these girls your crowning glory!” He stepped. I finished writing and put the letter in the same envelope in which my brother had sent me his confession letter. I got up and reached for my panties under my dress. I took off my black panties which were soaking wet. I folded it and put it in the envelope too. All the stuff which I had bought that day was still all over my bed. First, I put all the stuff along with my wedding dress in my closet, and then I hid the letter from my brother, his cock’s pictures and my worn out panties somewhere in. . (predictable I knew that was the case from what I had overheard, and I guess I just knew going to happen)... I was told that I made them a lot of money that weekend, as a whore for them. they sold me for a $200 each, and told them all I was new to being a whore, so if I was not putting out it was okay to tear me up. others came to do me just so they could rip me apart. whichever reason or motive, it was clear that I was being beaten and tortured because they wanted to turn me out as their. Sorry gals, they were going to have to wait! I assumed that, like the previous night, the gang wouldn’t start up any really serious drinking until evening, plus I had no idea how long it would take for the cow worming medicine to start to churn up their insides. In the end, I decided not to call the Sheriff’s office to make my report of a drug manufacturing lab on the Richard’s ranch until nearly midnight. Nothing did seem to happen overnight, and the Sheriff’s Drug Task Force didn’t even.