He thought she was pretty too. Samantha had to be about 56 and 140 pounds, green eyes from what he could make out from the light of the candle, and a ...eautiful face structure. Her cheekbones complimented her face completely and when she smiled she sported teeth that looked perfectly straight. The clothes that she had on looked to be fairly new and they fit her body perfectly. Samantha looked at Chris who was holding the bottle. He was staring into her eyes now. She didnt know how, but she felt. "ok now, we are going to put youin some clothes, you will behave or else.Any arguement and you will not believe the punishement." They unlockedmylegs and rolled something up them. It was wierd, I could feel the airmroe through the material than when my not smooth legs were bare and Irealized that it was stockings. they thenput a garter belt on, makingsure that the straps went under my panties. Then they puleld something upmy legs, over my but, and zipped it in the back. The skirt ended. Then I thought: if his hands are cold then his feet must be cold as well. He was only wearing a pair of trainers. “I bet your feet are the same.” And before he could say anything I took his trainers off. Again he tried to stop me but I wasn’t letting him. “And look at your socks. They’re not thick enough.” He gave me a funny look. “You sound like my Mum.” “Yeah, well you need looking after, don’t you?” “I’m 18.” “Yeah, well you still need looking after.” I was the same age as him but he looked. "That cube... It has... Powers."She furrowed her brow. I knew how crazy this sounded as I said it, butwhat else could I say? I couldn't lie to her."It changed me. I wasn't like this. Up until yesterday afternoon, I was aletting agent- a real good one- driving a nice car and living in a niceapartment. Then I said something stupid while I was holding that thing,and now... Well..." Haha! Yeah, right. Come off it." I'm serious!" Oh, of course," she mocked. "Pardon me, miss. I didn't mean to.