As a girl, Gail thought nothing of walking down the hall and seeing her parents having sex over the table, or Mother being used by one of Father’s friends in the Adult Playroom. He inspected her, then had her kneel. I sipped my coffee mug and sat back to enjoy the show. Strangely, I don’t remember her expression changing much over the years. “Yes, he is.”
“Good. I will let her discuss how she feels she is being treated, because anything I say on the subject would be viewed as biased.”
He nodded. Her arms were wrenched back in a way that suggested her wrists here bound, pushing her chest out even farther, her erect nipples obvious. I was a little overwhelmed, between finding out about Mike and Gail, then seeing the house, meeting Arnold and Felicia.
