I frowned. The Sheriff's Department should've taken these. They might be evidence. I shook my head. What was I thinking? They thought this was an acci...ent. They probably didn't even get this far.The protest letters started out pretty tame but they rapidly degenerated into name-calling and not-so-veiled threats unless Armstrong abandoned the project.I read each one carefully. While most of the vague references to damage that might occur were to ships and equipment, some of them might be. We found another girl who was trying to get away from the trucker who gave her a ride from Georgia out to Richmond, CA. He had raped her at an Interstate rest area within a few miles of picking her up. He kept on raping her every time he stopped his rig. He kept her tied up in the sleeper so she couldn’t get away.Gladys said she really didn’t mind the sex or even the being raped too much, but the guy never bathed, and she was never able to enjoy getting fucked because he smelled bad. Gladys. In walked her daughter. Her face was flush and she still had sweat dripping from her brow. Angelina looked at her mom who was wearing just a towel. She could see the tops of her mom's breast and her long legs."I just wanted to thank you mom. It was fantastic!" Mary saw her daughters smile. It wasn't sweet and innocent anymore. It had a knowing look, a naughty quality too it."Ok, honey thanks. You can use it anytime you want. We may have to go out and get you your own." Really, that would be so. She handed me a tight bra and used tight panties, and told me to wear them.I was not ready to become a sissy, so I requested the mistress if we could avoid doing this. She slapped me hard, and pinched my nipples, and squeezed them. I yelled in pain, and she slapped me hard again.I understood that I should be quiet and obey her orders. So, I wore the bra and the panty. After that mistress, Brie ordered me to go down on all fours like a dog. And then she took a butt-plug and stuffed it in my.