They are wonderful people. You have a great church family, too. I’ve not had any of that. I lived with aunts and uncles until I went off to college....They wanted me with them for the money from the trust. It wasn’t good. I bought the house you saw and lived there while in college and am still there.“It’s lonely. I don’t party. I’ve met guys who made plays for me knowing I had money. I’ve managed to stave them off. Then, I meet this nice guy who won’t date me because I have money and don’t have. "Hmm, a bit," she said. " If I wore a skirt usually I had on a low cut top. Some are quite tight, bit too small really. When I put the coffee on the table they looked down my front." So you knew they were coming round – did you dress in shortest or lowest cut on purpose, to show more." Yes," she avoided looking up "It sounds bad." Its OK carry on," I said gently." I have some dresses that I wouldn't wear outside because they have got too small or short. Same with tee - shirts and tops. Some. I could tell the difference in their styles as they explored my ass and my pussy, taking turns and getting rougher and rougher. I couldn't fight them. My conditioning forbade it.All I could do was hold on to the grab bar and permit the three men to molest me like a common whore. I tried to keep my mind a blank. That would be my only possible refuge. I tried not to think about how many of the other passengers were watching these three men molest me and expose my body in public.But the worst. My gotta-have-it, too-early-to-be-fucking-around cup of coffee was not waiting for me when I got up. The timer on the coffeemaker, for some reason unknown to me, did not engage at the requested time, so a freshly brewed pot of coffee was not waiting for me when I came down the stairs. I flipped the switch to start it manually and went away grumbling, to take my shower.Despite the coffee hitch, things proceeded quickly. I had a small bag packed with a change of clothes for on the boat as well as.