She's Alice. They grabbed us and put us in that van. We tried to fight, but they gave us a shot that made us go to sleep. Alice and I almost escaped, ...but it was so dark that we couldn't see to run very well. They had a flashlight and caught us when we tried to hide. When they first took us to that house, I thought they would rape us, but they didn't. Two of them wanted to, but the other one said we had to be kept 'pristine.' I never thought about being pristine. But they were holding us for. She knows for sure I want to have her. No idea which price she will have to pay, she hands me her blank cheque.I dreamt to dominate her hotly for a few years of yearning.I always believed the time would come to make her mine.I intend to finally fullfill all my forbidden fantasies with her.I was always very nice, but now I will mean to be mean.She is severely shocked by my anal abuse, but even more how she loves my mighty member up her boyish butt!She called for my help, hoping her sexual. .. Mmm! It would be like fucking twin sisters."Sara admits she and Vicky have a superficial resemblance. Both are petite blondes, both are lithe, girlish in their facial beauty. And that is what Sara hates about herself; that she, at nearly thirty years old, still asked for i.d. by snotty-nosed teenage check-out girls when buying wine in Tesco. She wishes she could be more like Bev: a woman with presence, a someone radiating assurance, authority, capability.The thought of Vicky Meadows in their. She turned around and pulled the hair tie out of her hair. She shook out her waves and they cascaded down her back. With her back still to him, she reached down and undid the small zipper in the side of the dress. She smoothed her hands under the dress and pushed it over her ass and down her legs, letting it drop to a puddle on the floor. She was wearing a black thong and her strappy heels."That's enough for now," he said, "turn around and let me see you."She turned and his gaze raked over.