do you know what the show was?' (yes.do you know what the show was?' (yes.) 'take your clothes off.' (please ,mother don't scar me.) I strip and bend over for her. 'did you really have you hand inside your pussy?' (yes.) 'show me.' (please ,mother I didn't do it to myself.) 'a boy helped you?' (yes, two boys.) 'who are they?' silence. 'tell me who they are or else shove your hand into yourself.' my hand is not swollen so i push it into my pussy. after a long time and much pushing my hand is again inside my cunt. 'comfy now?' she beats me with her strap. this time, when I am lying exhausted on the floor, I see my blood on the strap. mother strikes again so I assume the fetal position. kathy and kristy walk in or she may have killed me. I pass out. [28] when I come to mother has thrown water on me. she forces me out of her room. I stagger down the hall to the bathroom. I kneel at the bowl and throw up. kathy and kristy find me there. 'enjoying yourself?' my hand is still in my pussy. I don't have the strength to pull it out. (please help me pull it out.) the twins both grab hold and yank my hand out. I moan from the additional pain. (thank you.) 'what about our chores?' (i will do them, as soon as I can.) 'what about the private showing?' (do you want it now?) 'no. not until saturday nite at eight.' (i will be here. no matter what happens, thank you for letting me in. i was naked and they were all looking at me. I felt so vulnerable.) i clean up and go to bed. the next days are uneventfull. max leaves me alone, neither tommy nor paul have called. I recover my strength. |