" Now she was more embarrassed than she could ever remember being, her red color spread past her nipples and down the underside of her breasts. In her...mind the smell of her vagina overwhelmed every thing else, it seemed the whole room reeked of her sex."You look clean to me, your hair's a little disheveled, but that helps give you that 'just fucked' look I like so much." Oh god, Martha thought, how could I even tell him. Her embarrassment deepened Martha felt like her entire body was burning.. You’re not very young Mrs Pardoe, but you’re not wearing a bra and I can tell by the way the front of your blouse moves you’ve got nice jellies.’ Margaret didn’t wear underwear when she had sex in mind and the young girl was alert enough to notice. ‘Come on Mrs Pardoe. You’re not scared of showing your boobies to me, are you?’ ‘Of course I’m not scared,’ huffed Margaret, ‘It’s just that – well, it’s not what I expected.’ She felt it only right to make a show of reluctance, but having her. "About that time, she heard several of the men chanting: "Jenny ... Jenny ... Jenny ... Jenny." It started out uncoordinated, but became louder and louder. Jenny took her husband's hand and walked through the house to the back yard."Go back upstairs and show your husband how you look in your daughter's clothes." Conrad yelled. "don't come back her until you're dressed correctly"Joe was a little stunned when Jenny reluctantly let go of his hand, turned and left. Joe was not comfortable sitting. His loving little wife, turned into a complete whore in front of his very eyes."Those words hit home to her, and she came a little closer back to reality; the recognition of what had been done to her sank in deeply, as well as the realization that it couldn't ever be undone. A sinking feeling hit her stomach, and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. It wasn't unnoticed by the woman who now let out a little laugh of conquest. "Yes, you know it inside, don't you. You're a slut now, a whore.".