Ignoring the spill she held Michael at arm’s length with both hands as she looked him over from top to bottom and asked “Are you all right? Did he...hurt you? How could you be so stupid?”“I’m okay Mom, I’m okay.”“What about Penny and Ruth? Should we call the police?”“They are fine. Everybody is fine.”Now that Claire was assured that Michael was alright and she didn’t have to call for police protection or report a domestic disturbance she grabbed some paper towels and started wiping up the mess. Your father loves us and wouldn't do something like that." I knew it was useless to argue with her and pulled myself out of bed. I didn't know how much longer I could actually do this. Right now I can't even feel when someone is fucking me and I haven't seen my pussy in months.I could still smell the men from yesterday and showered for almost twenty minutes, scrubbing myself to remove any trace of their encounters. I would have stayed longer but Ronnie came in yell at me to hurry. None of my. Shehad used more make up than she liked for day time, but she needed tocover the dark circles under her eyes. She collected her yellow maidsdress for serving and then the hated 'work clothes' that Ms Prescott hadrequested. This outfit consisted of plain cotton panties and bra that hadbeen starched stiff. Heavy fabric tights and a stiff girdle added furtherdiscomfort to the undergarments. The slip was also starched cotton andwould hang to her ankles. The heavy grey dress was made of a coarse. I made a mental note to have my sister teach me the basic rudiments of opening a woman’s bra that weekend, and then, as before, Reggie came to my assistance and opened the fly to her jeans, raising her hips and allowing me to work them down several inches and exposing the top of her panties to my eyes.“The other one ... PLEASE!”Dutifully I switched nipples, and suckled like a babe in its mother’s arms, pleasing Reggie no end. Some minutes later, she gently worked the teat from my mouth and.