It was in the master bedroom in the closet. I had never looked in their closet before, so had no idea what else is in there. I hoped there might be so...ething to prove my theory that mom is a slut.But, when they came out to the living room where the others were, all they had was the camera. Billy said, “OK, let’s see if we can get a good movie of the little cunt drinking daddy’s piss and then her brothers. Last one will be Lilly so you better hold it bitch.”They had untied everyone and I went to. "Wesley needs to be alone for this." OH GOD!" The exclamation was heard behind the closed bathroom door. Beverly looked concerned, but Deanna displayed only a "knowing smile". Wesley spent what seemed an inordinate time in the bathroom. Beverly grew impatient. "What's going on in there?" she wondered aloud. "Trust me," Deanna replied, suppressing a smile, "you don't want to know."Dr. Crusher didn't have to think very long about what Troi had said. "Wesley, Have you finished changing clothes. What the fuck are you doing? I screamed as the dark figure pushed his body to mine and I could feel his cock press against my ass. STOP!!!! I screamed at the top of my voice hoping someone would hear me. Shut up you little slut! If you cooperate I wont hurt you! the voice said. What do you want from me? I asked the voice. Oh we will get to what I want soon enough he said as a felt something very cold slide up my body, over my tits and press against my throat. Im holding a knife at your throat. Johnson!” I called to the yard beside us. “You think I’m falling for that shit again?!” Emily growled, her shoulders hunched, her arms straightening to balled fists beside her, “You are nineteen years old, Danny, and you still act like a fucking-”“Hey Daniel, hey Emily!” Mrs. Johnson waved back from her yard, one elbow resting on her rake, “Good heavens, Emily, aren’t you cold?” Emily skidded like a cartoon character, and froze in place with the most utterly defeated expression on her face. Her.