She had long black hair which hung loosely across her shoulders and half covered her small pert breasts which had a yellowish tinge. Below her belly w...s a neat black thatch no more than an inch or two across which clearly needed no trimming and concealed nothing of her cunt or lovebud. Her display walk was not the standard one, but a more elaborate one involving much turning and bowing and curtseying, all of which showed her off to great advantage. The upshot of this was that Martha ended up. From her comments, this story took a major turn for the better. * I drove into the road leading to what used to be my trailer and saw that her van was still there. I pulled in and parked my flatbed truck down the street from the worn Toyota and shut off the ignition. Now that I was here, I felt all of my old anger and uncertainty return. I used my training to gain control and after a solid five minutes of self-flagellation, berating myself for my weakness, I felt a degree of calm return. I. It wasn’t too far to go so we knocked a few drinks back quick before we hit town. The night was going really well, all having a great laugh but Clare was getting hammered and rob was starting to get annoyed with her. So I made the suggestion we bead back to ours to finish up. Matt was good with this and Clare didn’t care as she was so pissed anyways. So somehow I managed to be the one who looked after Clare on the way back while Rach tried to calm rob down as he was pissed that Clare got wasted. Children are very resilient, she may be fine after everything is done, but so far her brain is not responding properly. She has essentially shut her brain down, except for the autonomic signals that tell her to breathe, her heart to beat, etc. Except for her mind, things do look much better than when I brought her here eight hours ago. Just remember it has only been eight hours, there is a lot we can still do.”“On another note, I have looked over your new harem and except for some minor.