The drumming of the rain on the window pane makes it feel cosier under the duvet, and I respond by snuggling into it.'Luxuriating', that's what my dad...dy used to call it, back then he would physically drag me out of bed and onto the carpeted floor, then stand over me, as I squirmed in the cool morning air. Then one morning he got a shock, as his cold hands grabbed my ankles and began pulling my and my duvet from the bed. He was powerful, I could feel that by his grip, he pulled and I shrieked,. Whilst I’d been taking in our surroundings, the unknown girl had come to stand right in front of me. I startled slightly as she lay her soft hands on either side of my ribcage, her thumbs moving inwards over my pale skin to lightly brush over my hard nipples, still contained by my bra. She did nothing more for a moment, allowing me to adjust to her touch and simply examine her. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, a little heavier, dressed only in a pair of white satin panties. Her ample. It looked sturdy and strong. Each of them looked for a clasp, front and back. They found metal hooks grasping metal loops binding the reinforced material across her back. Tommy called them out. “Let me try.” He handed his mother’s pinned arms to his brother and reached for the first hook.His mother had proved her strength fighting them. Tommy’s first attempt failed to loosen any of the hooks. Her mother must have been holding back, to be able to fasten those taut clasps. Or maybe their father. This is a step in the rightdirection. As if this recognition helps to awaken me, I help by pullingdown the satin panties.I stand before her naked, not sure of the next step. As I contemplatewhether I should get some clothes, she picks up the white satin pantiesshe had put on the bed earlier on. Suddenly I see: she's going to put themon me!In panic I back away, but she catches my elbow with one arm, the pantiesin her other. I try to break from her hold and we struggle for a while.She easily.