“It was called, ‘I’m my sister’s pee whore.”“Omg!” I said, “is that the story about the sister selling her sister out for others can p...ee on her?”“That’s the one. And You wrote, I wish my twin sister would dominate me like the sister in your story did, it was a great story.”“Please don’t tell anyone I like stories like that!” I said.“I wouldn’t do that to you Sara, as long as you do as I tell you for now on, and no one will know but us. And I know you do more than like the stories, you do it. Inside he removed his male clothes, stripping down to his black Victoria's Secret French cut bikini panties. Then he began to withdraw items from the bag and put them on. First was the black satin corset, snugged tight around his body and then laced up as tight as he could manage by himself. He added the breast forms, which filled out the top nicely. Then he pulled a black stocking with back seam onto his leg attaching it to the garters on the corset. He repeated the procedure on his other leg.. Amber was a submissive, also called a bottom as I learned later.That was not a bad thing in and of itself, but she didn't know it. Worse, she had discovered it in a bad situation and didn't understand it. What had happened to Angela, the kidnap, confinement, torture, and rape, was beyond horrific. The fact that she had been rescued no more than hours before death was worse. The reality that she had enjoyed any part of it was tearing her apart. On the final night of her captivity I had seen a. " "Yes, I know. But now that we've come this far ... I mean, it's taken us a long time." "Perhaps he won't come. Just a time-waster." "It wouldn't really be a solution, would it? We'd just start looking for someone else." "We don't have to." She takes another sip of wine. "But it's what you want, isn't it?" "Don't you?" "Yes. Now I've made up my mind. We talked about it long enough, didn't we?" They sit in silence, remembering, recalling the nights when they had fantasised about.