And she blew a glowing green powder on my face.And I was unconscious …And when I woke up I was naked, chained to the wall and the opposite wall had ... very big mirror that almost covered the room ..I began to yell ” let me go!” ,” somebody help!!” and I heard footsteps. And I began to sob..A sound made me silent “Shhhhh!” she said as she was entering the room.This time she wasn’t an angel… She was more of a devil.With horns on her head and instead of purple .It was a red light that was glowing. Now that some time has passed I feel I can talk about it.I said: “I want to make love to you again, mom” and kissed her. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I think I mentioned my mom might not have been that attractive to someone else. There was that sagginess hanging skin which was apparent when she was naked, and her bush was dark and thick and scruffy. Yet as you might know or at least guess from my writing, I couldn’t stop thinking about it after the first time.The second time was. I decided against ordering a pint of lager. It would not have been becoming, a double G&T was mortgaged instead. I had just got my drink when a man approached me from behind, he made me jump. "Hello", he said "I'm Mr De Winter" and he sat down, he was smiling,and a nice looking bloke, actually. Very clean cut, as it were, expensive suit, and he smelt nice. "Hi I'm Jo...Ann..A" I stumbled. "So your name is Joanne and you're using the name Joanna? That'll throwthem off the scent" I. Da steht der Deckhengst Namens Mark und Beate führt ihn direkt in das Zimmer in dem ich sichtlich ängstlich und unbeholfen auf dem Sofa sitze. Es ist mir peinlich, dass er mich schamlos betracht und ich mich präsentieren musst. Beate fühlt meine Unsicherheit und redet mir gut zu, tätschelt mir etwas den Po und streichelt mein Gesicht. Genauso, wie man es bei einem Pferd auch macht. Als Mark mich siehst wie ich mit leicht geöffneten Schenkeln auf dem Sofa sitze bemerke ich wie sein Hengstschwanz.