She avoided the mirror. Then she pulled up the tight skirt. The torn silver top took her minutes to figure out what was up and what was down. At last ...t served about half its purpose.Heels and purse in hands she climbed down the stairs. She heard voices in the kitchen. Two men she vaguely remembered were drinking milk and eating donuts. They looked up as she entered. Then they negated her. She stood and felt like the cheapest shit. "Good morning", she tried, but it came out different.The fridge. No-one could resist, no-one wanted to. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do what was asked by the channel.When they visited the website or rang the number they were asked a long series of questions covering everything from name and DoB to bank details and even sexual preferences. No-one lied. They couldn't. Even if they could they wouldn't want to. Interestingly no-ones surveys were exactly the same. It seemed to adapt on the fly according to your previous answers as no-one. "You don't understand how good it is to hear you right now, I was going to come to see you at the hospital but your dad wouldn't let me, plus he moved your siblings and me to a smaller house because you left so I was moving." She said."I'm so sorry about that." I said."No, don't you dare apologize for that Kaylee, don't you dare. You needed to get out of the order and hide because it's dangerous for you, and I don't want you to live this life. They've been looking for you. They want you to be. It was her way of teasing me. I gently cupped her left breast. Carmen immediately pulled down the strap on her left side and brought out her left boob. I bent down and started sucking on her hard nipple. The soft-yet-firm flesh made get even harder, and I twirled my tongue around her areola jus to hear her moan some more. Reaching over, I grabbed her other boob over her dress, squeezing it just the way she liked. Carmen put her arms around me and moaned louder. “Give it to me,” she commanded. I.