I felt the blade slide between my lips and move back and forth. He must have the sharp end up, I thought, or I was too numb to feel him cutting me.�...Do you know how easy it would be to just jam this knife into your sweet cunt?” He said as he moved the knife around.I whimpered in fear. Was he going to kill me now? Did I wish he would? I wouldn’t have to worry about what people thought or look into my Daddy’s eyes.“It would be fun to watch it slice you wide open. But, that would be a shame. . There was a loud snap along with a loud scream form Cindy. Mary didn’t even slow down. She just kept swinging and hitting Cindy up and down her back from neck to toes. Cindy didn’t even struggle much but she did continue screaming and screaming. She desperately needed Mary to forgive her. This beating was the price for all that she had done to others. She just lay there and screamed but didn’t move.Mary rested for a few minutes. She was not being nice. She was getting tired and needed a rest.. “Next, next: how often do you jill off?”“What! No…”“C’mon, sweetie, let’s hear it. Once, twice, three times a week?”“No…” I blushed, “it’s more like twice a month normally.”Earl nodded, “Figures. You’re way too horny. Another for me.” I felt my back zipper going down. Earl unbuckled my seatbelt. “Here, let me help you with this.” Faster than I can react, Greg lifted me up while Earl nearly singlehandedly pulled off my dress. I struggled but Greg held me tightly. “Wha-what are you. My mother raised all five of us in two rooms and one small bath. It was good." He looked around the exquisite kitchen and said, "This is better."That was the extent of his conversation, and very soon after he left for the plant. Columba saw him to the front door, and when she returned, she said, "Joseph is making progress, but he is not all the way through a new process he's been working on for months. He wakes up, rushes off to the plant, drags himself home for a meal, and is back to work.