"Why stop there." I heard from behind me. He had a mirror on the wall over his entertainment center that he was watching me from. I blushed a little.W...at the hell, I finished taking off my blouse. I could here him whistle a little as he poured his drink. "What about your skirt, you are hot as shit." I just pulled my skirt off then. I sat there with my hands on my lap in only my black French cut panties and my black bra. My nipples where already erect and poking through the lace material from. Chances were I was going to have a full day too.I did, in fact, have a full day. It turned out one school had been vandalized, and the others were closed. Valerie's babysitter was also one of the unlucky people whose house had burned. She was staying with a friend when Valerie called her. The friend still had power, and they had all the information that was being broadcast by the local news station. The rioting was over, but cleanup was going to take a while."I have to go to work," she moaned,. They could hear me outside because the waitress came in to see what was happening. I thought she was going to help me but instead she took the belt off my husband and whipped me as well. "You stupid cunt. Think you can come in to our place dressed like a whore and then scream the place down" she barked at me continuing what my husband had started. My husband used the opportunity to turn me over, face up and tearing the tank top off me. They resumed their whipping across my breasts and stomach.. "No sooner have I read this than a third message arrives. This time, the camera has travelled further down the body, and the shot focuses on a pussy pump, sitting over what even on a phone picture I can see are a pair of very engorged and pumped up labia. The pump is steamy inside, but I can see the deep pink of a swollen cunt. The message below is simple. "I'm waiting for you..." followed by an address I've never been to, but I recognise the part of the city; it's one I pass through every day.