My mind immediately went back to re-live that horrid night so many years ago. I can hear the sobs of my mother and Julie ring through my ears as if it...were yesterday. I felt a sudden shear of anger. I wanted to reach through the photo and ring his neck. Nobody has seen or heard from him since that night, and the last time I saw him he had handcuffs on and was being escorted into a squad car, as I watched the action through the front window. Our eyes met before the police car sped away and I. Then shower heads along the sides turned on with a fine spray that soaked my filmy camisole and tap pants. I could feel rivulets flowing down my stockings as I waded through ponding water. Then, out of the dark recesses of the room, someone came up quietly from behind and held my arms.‘Lie down here,” a low voice growled into my ear. With well-muscled arms, he guided me down to an air mattress on the floor. I sat on the edge as his hands slid down to my ankles and slipped off my slingback shoes. “You fellas are not inspectin anything dressed like that. Strip as naked as our hosts, then ask permission real nice before y’all go pokin inside another man’s wife. Don’t matter you can see it so BIG an clear up thar. Y’all can’t smell it, taste it or feel it on da wall. Go on, show us what’s makin your slacks stretch so!”Mario didn’t hesitate. In seconds all his clothes were across the room and he swung his proud dick around for us until Jewel grabbed and stroked it. She looked at her husband. And now Preston, along with the entire town, was expecting her to wear a bra to bed. Wearing nothing but a bra, or nothing but a bra and a pair of socks, was a degrading way to have to dress.Preston stared like he'd never seen a naked woman before. "They hurt, huh?"Of course they hurt, thought Tara, disgusted with the way he was dragging this out, making her stand there completely naked in the middle of the room as she waited for his verdict. I've been complaining about those terrible Titshurt.