He asked me to do everything theyu tell orelse they would make me eat their shit.“Hey Randi! You will have to suck all the cocks here! Hear me? Ther... are sevenlunds and four choots.come on kneel in front of each of us and suck or lick whatever you find. If it’s a cock suck it and make it hard and if it’s a choot pushyour dirty tongue inside and lick it. Come on you whore!”They all stood in a circle surrounding me and I had to crawl on my knees to gonear them. They were humiliating me! They were. When we finally can to a stop he told me to put my hand together and out in front of me. I asked why what are you going to do to me. I found out that was a mistake. He grabbed my nipples and I feel his nails dig into my skin and I scream. Upon him releasing my nipple says don't ever question me. I just sniffle and nod my head yes. He than asks me if I remember what he told me to do. My hands were together and out in front of me and I feel him grab my hands and put what feels like rope around my. That weekend, sheconvinced my father to take her to a movie. Finally, she would get outand be able to relax. Or at least that is what she thought.It was during the movie momma started to feel uncomfortable. She spokeof not being able to sit still and watch the movie. Turned out herwater broke but she did not know it. I had slid down so my head wasacting like a cork. It was that night she started having contractions.I was ready to come out and meet the world. When she contacted thedoctor about. We've always been close enough that she asks my opinion on almost everything she wears. That equates to me getting asked questions like, "Does my butt look fat in these jeans? Does this shirt make me look whoreish or professional? Can you see my panty line in this skirt? Don't let me go out of this house looking funny now. Etc..." It also equates to her parading around in front of me in barely a stitch of clothing on, especially when she's changing back and forth between outfits. My imagination.