I don’t know much about her, only that I have her blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a hard worker and family man, always making sure I had everythin... I needed growing up.My stepsister was Amber, a hotheaded eighteen year old. She wasn’t related to me and never pretended to be. Even though we basically grew up together, we never warmed up to each other. Amber stood at five six, with an athletic body, perfect bubble butt, 32D tits she somehow convinced dad to buy her, and blonde hair she dyed at. "I'd like to hire that cab, there (she pointed), number 5 down." Lady, you get the next one in line. All right? Is that all right?" Well, you see, I really want that one there." She held out a twenty-dollar bill. He looked at the cab, dirty windows, older model, some bang-ups and dents, the driver a large man slouching as though asleep, indifferent. This was a one-man show, and not a very good one. He looked at her again."Lady, are you sure?" He didn't believe her.Her striking blue eyes were. She tried to fight it, but I think she knew this was happening weather she wanted it or not. Once she finally submitted to me I let my hand go under her skirt in between her legs. I felt her panties were already nice and wet. This was about the time I knew for sure she had a rape fetish as well, or maybe she was just a submissive little bitch that liked to be forced. Either way it doesn’t matter because I slid her panties off of her.Once her panties were off she started to cry a little. . " "Fair enough," he said, and turned back to Millie. "We'd like some nice softcore, for a start," he said. "Posing, showering, maybe exercising or dancing, that sort of thing." "I can't wait," she said. "Ooo! This is going to be fun!" How about--er--feeling yourself up, or working with a dildo?" "I brought my own," said Millie brightly. "Wanna see one?" Before he could answer, she pulled one from her purse. It was her favorite--about a foot and a half long, as big around as a flashlight, and.