What is your name, my lady.” “My name is Sylvia Nelson and I also live in these apartments.” He then said, “Well now that we know a little abo...ut each other, let’s have lunch and get to know a little more. I can’t understand why we haven’t met before this.” “Alright Harry, only lunch though. I have some appointments this afternoon that I have to keep. So we must be finished by about two thirty okay.” So Sylvia and Harry went across the street to the hotel and were given a table just on the side. Green jacket with white faux fur collar over a very short green skirt that had white fur around the hem. Candy cane leotards covered her legs from the top of black patent ankle boots. Her ash blonde hair that normally fell half way down her back was pulled into a pony tail that hung from under a floppy pointed elf cap, multi-hued glitter twinkled over hazel eyes. The jacket was open in a deep vee, showing a lot of fresh firm cleavage; cleavage that sparkled with a light sprinkle of silver. But then I kissed her cheek. She turned her head, and I felt her lips touch mine. Then again. Then more. We were really kissing each other a lot.“Is my tummy soft?”“Yes, very soft.”“Would you kiss it?”“Ok.”I kissed her right on the belly button. She giggled and squirmed as I kissed her. Then I kissed up her chest and ended up kissing her little titties. They were only about the sizes of teacups and so I kissed them one at a time right over her little nipples. I sucked on them and she squirmed. .. filled with lust... and now... you'rebeing tipped forward... so that you're looking down... at the chipped andscarred... dirty concrete floor... not even tile this time... and thebraces... holding your ankles are separated... into a wide vee... givingyour Rapists... plenty of room... to step in between them... to rapeyou... leisurely this time... but just as hard... and even morebrutally... staring... helplessly... at the floor... and all of thesechalky... and dirty... bare feet... as most.