My whole body shaking and trembling as I scream out in pleasure. My holes both gripping tight around my fist and wrists, I keep panting as they finall... start to loosen grip. I quickly pull both fists out of my holes and lay back, spreading my legs to show off my gaping wide holes. I was in shock myself how loose I had made myself, I didn't recognize my own body anymore.. it belonged to these men now. I kept playing with my holes for awhile, spreading them, and showing how loose and useless they. Its a 10 minute walk from the station and my nipples have already stood to attention because of the light evening breeze. I give them a quick squeeze as a I re-adjust my bra and head down the road. People have piled out the station with me walking down the roads home too. Im thinking about my evening as I stroll, thinking how closely I was dancing with some older men tonight, men with wedding rings and greying hair dancing close to me, feeling my ass bump and rub against their crotch. Purposely. So, about 10 a.m. two days later we walked over to Charlotte’s house, an impressive-looking double story building in the leafy suburb. As we had hoped, it was a beautiful midsummer's day, the air hot and motionless. Everything down the street looked surreal in the scorching heat wave, at 95 degrees Fahrenheit nearly a record for Detroit. We both already had our bikinis on, mine a new sexy Victoria’s Secret push-up top with small lacy bottom, which, according to the sales lady easily adds two. Her most important memories, the ones that gave her strength and the will to fight. And when they took these away, the rest would just crumble and melt on their own. She’d become like those other girls, a slave to Mistress Joy, just like she always had been…Beth could feel her memories shift and alter, the erasing and rewriting now almost simultaneous as the power increased, the sensations of pleasure more intense as she gave in. She struggled to find something to cling to in the maelstrom, one.