He had a vague memory of a car journey and something about having tits. Some dream, except... THAT WAS NO DREAM!!Suddenly he was totally awake and sat...up. The first thing he saw was an extremely well endowed girl in her late teens sitting on a bed opposite, it was of course, the dressing table mirror.He looked down to see his two large breasts straining the fabric of Anne's jumper. He slid off the bed and stood in front of the mirror. So this is what Anne's niece looks like he thought. I could. She carefully reached up and touched the sac. She grasped his balls, moving them gently about with the forefinger of her right hand.Bud lowered his face slowly to her crotch, sticking out his tongue as he went. He brushed his broad tongue across the pubic hair above her clit, and then pushed his tongue down into the upper folds of her cunt. Betty lay still beneath him, the only indication of her rising excitement being that of the increase in her pulse. She could feel the blood rushing to her. ? Subgirl wanted to teach the gloriously beautifulAngel all about being a slave of the Order of the Plucked Rose.? Which she was about to do as she stood cladin nothing but a black velvet mask looking through the one way window at hersoon to be victim.??????????? ?Take thenew slave to trainin room two,? Subgirl instructed two of her subordinates inher sweet little southern drawl.??????????? ?Yes RapeMistress,? one of the tall, heavily muscled masked men replied before they leftthe observation. I'd been taken away." His voice tailed off. Becca squeezed his arm sympathetically."I never knew my father," said Becca, "and my mother was murdered." Shit! How old were you?" Five." Shit! What are you doing now? You've got smart clothes and all and you talk proper."Becca told him about Steven and the Damsels."He sounds a good bloke." He is, Garry. The best. That's why I married him." She smiled up at him.They walked on in silence for a moment."Why have you decided to talk to me?" Becca.