Barely lifting her head in time, her shoulders hit the ground, sending a stab of dull pain through her slender form, the man working quickly, grabbing...the top of his victim’s blue bikini bottoms and pulling down.“N-No!” she shouted, her young voice going up an octave, her sun hat falling off as her glasses were knocked askew, the sun blinding the girl as the man yanked and pulled her bottoms up to her knees, the teenager’s legs kicking wildly.Laughing as the dark haired girl’s grabbed his. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief.I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned.Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give. I now stood in bra, knickers and tights in front of awoman who wasn't my wife. Probably better than a man. I noticed thatshe was staring."Do you need my underwear?" I asked."Better had," she said. "I can't believe how realistic all your...curves are!" All detachable," I said, "with the right solvent." I grinned. "Youprobably won't believe it, but I'm actually quite thin and weedy underall this lot."I sat down on the bed and started stripping off my tights."Don't you want to... I don't. "Obviously stiff through the lace." She ran her hands over Bailey's exposed chest before untying the ribbons. The blush began hot on Bailey's forehead and reached all the way down to the falling cups of the bra. Bailey's heart was racing and the sheer, exposed terror gave her that much more fuel for the fire dribbling into her already sopping panties. A hand unbuttoned her shorts and reached inside. "And so wet! She's definitely enjoying it."Sitting before her, I have a slave who's identity I.