His other hand was half rubbing my back."I'm sorry. I shouldn't be..." I tried to pull away, but he tightened his arms."No Lauren. Stay. Cry. It's oka.... Do whatever you need to."So I stayed in his arms, and cried.Eventually, my tears dried up. I had been reduced to nothing but smudged makeup, red eyes, and a runny nose. He could have easily put me in my place, and hurt me like none other.But he was above that. He took the opportunity to comfort me, instead of knocking me down."Shh ... Lauren,. . yes, even Sergeant, had a job to do! It was the only way, even if they had to work in shifts! They had to fuck that potent, mind-blinding drug out of her system if it took them the rest of the day and night! Otherwise... ?Mark thought about that for a moment, remembering the fifteen year old girl someone had given a heavy dose to right in his own brothel and they'd found her trying to ram a whiskey bottle up inside her tight, young vagina! Christ! He reached down and ran his hand through her. Heavy stage makeup made the three girls look similar. The picture was taken from far away so that the faces were about the size of a pea. The details were a little grainy, and the more I tried to concentrate on the faces, the less clear they became. The painted patterns that encircled the faces were messing with my eyes.Were they all Heather? I wouldn’t put it past her. Maybe she was gifting me a gimme. I spent a good five minutes looking, deliberating, trying to read the answer from her real. Mummy apni bra panty bhi uper le jaati hai or khule me rakh deti hai or vo dono bra panty utarkar uss par apna sara sperm ger dete hai aisa hamesha hi hota hai or mummy ko pta nhi chalta. Phir ek din mummy uper kapde sukhane gyi to unhe 3-4 cd mili or mummy ne mujhe pucha ki ye cd’s kiski hai to mene kaha pta nhi to mummy boli uper un ladko ki hogi shayad. Or mummy cd’s ko apne laptop me dkehne laggi or me laptop ke saamne betha tha per mujhe laptop ki screen nhi dikh rhi thi or mummy ne.