I suppose I should tell you about myself before I get into how this whole situation began. My name is Elizabeth, but I have a feeling it'll be a long ...ime before I'm called that again, if ever. I'm a brunette with hair down to my neck, 5' 6", and breasts that aren't that huge but look firm on my petite body. I turned 19 a week ago. My small size has always made me feel somewhat vulnerable, but never as vulnerable as I have today.This all started when my dad came home with his hat over his eyes. Now I know we talked about it, and we both agreed that it would be Ok for me to go with your boss to that convention since his wife was sick or something. How many wives has he had anyway? So I packed my little black dress and real high heels, and he sent a car and off to the airport I went Friday morning, and he met me there and hugged me and thanked me and patted my butt.Now I’m not dumb like you sometimes say, and I know about date rape drugs, but I sure don’t know what was in my lemonade on. “They only turned up in the last half-hour or so,” said Alice. “I tried to ring you, but couldn’t get an answer.”“We left the house early,” grinned Pete, “And walked round to take Annie back to her flat so she could change into her brand new frock. Then we waited round there until both Tracie and Annie had their party frocks and faces just right.”“So, what’s going on?” started Annie.They walked through to the living room, still decorated for Christmas with a beautifully dressed and lit. She had never seen such things or even thought she would like it, but she does now. Once we got all of the boxes in her room, we decided to take a break for a moment. Apparently she had been prescribed some anti-depression meds from her doctor, and it had opened a new world for her, so she explained. She did ask me if I was uncomfortable about all of this, I replied "This is the best day of my life". So, we began pulling everything out of the boxes, literaly hundreds of videos. Inside her.