The last thing she could rememberwas taking a sip of her second drink, and then came the nightmare ofher present life. She knew from talking to th... front desk that she'd checked intoher present room the night before she came to; that left herwondering where she had been in the meantime. The next question was why? Obviously, the person or people whowere playing with her had money. Were they just sick, or did theyhave some plan for her? The first note hinted at eventual release,but deep. I looked at Laura. She was smoking hot. I admired myself in the bedroom mirror. I was such a little slut! Laura had obviously grown an inch or two in every direction in the last year or so. Her skirt was right up her bum and she couldn’t fasten the top three buttons on her blouse. Along with her black knee high socks, she could kill a man at a hundred paces. She was perfect. Emma, Gemma and Aisha turned up over the next half an hour. Emma was very convincing. Her uniform looked like the real. I can see that the bottom of my ass cheeks peek out just a little and the little black thong is barely visible. I turn back to the front and look at my breasts. The lace cups them erotically. I can just make out my nipples, the lace blocking most of them out. I look at my eyes; they are amber, with the makeup I have applied. Black and gold, to match the lace-work. My long hair is down and slightly wet.I have applied a tiny bit of fragrance on my skin in my most intimate of areas. My neck, one. "Ohhhhh," I moaned, before asking, "Why? That is not something most would say about Becka." She is saving you before it's too late," he said, as he shocked me by grabbing my hips, pulling me down again on his massive shaft, flipping me over on my back and taking control of the fucking, all without his dick leaving my pussy."From what?" I moaned loudly, as he began fucking me. I mean really fucking me. His ten inch cock pistoning in and out of me like a well-oiled machine."Yourself," he said, as.