I have never been so afraid of the dark. It's different now. I am so helpless. I fumble for the light switch but can't find it. Someone is sitting on ...a chair beside me. In spite of the fact that I can't see or hear anything, I am sure that someone is sitting beside me. The presence is clearly perceptible. Possibly, the woman who tried to kill me was here. My heart starts to beat faster. The rustling of clothes is now audible."Who is there?" I ask with quivering voice."Don't be afraid! It's. But what a site it was to see her pajamas pulled to her thighs and my fingers deep inside my sister-in-law. I remember staring at her face as she would close her eyes every time my pace picked up a little bit. I would go quicker for a few minutes sliding my fingers in and out and then I would stop and just sit there watching the movie feeling her pussy contracting around my fingers. This continued off and on for about 20 minutes.I wanted to taste her so badly and my mind was racing how to make. I guess I’m a straight-talking person who has no problem talking to strangers or speaking my mind.That’s why I choose to live on Dartmoor away from the stress and the hustle and bustle of the city.My name is Helen Thorpe, I am 55 years old, my life is comfortable, c***dren grown up and left home, loving husband, nice car, nice home and great holidays, I loved my holidays. I work hard and relax well when I can.By the Pool BarOne holiday in particular changed my life and my outlook forever.I had. First, I found that I was sincerelyenjoying the fact that I had Peter completely under my control. Afterspending four days as a tiny girl treated like a child and like a doll,it was nice to feel that I had the upper hand. And I know I did here -I bet I could have asked Peter for anything and I would have gotten it. This actually helped me to cope a bit with this, as my mind started totell me that perhaps this was a good thing. My Scott-based resistancefaded rapidly and Stephanie took over.As.