A glimpse of sheer black stockings from the hems to the two inch heeled court shoes. Wearing a soft pink sleeveless sweater, my long brown hair in a p...nk satin hair tie at my crown. Fully made up with a softly demure look.Picture taken, I cropped the size and then inserted it into the mail form. Adding a picture of me taken at a works function in which I was wearing a smart grey suit. For the first time I noticed just how different I looked. John looked nothing at all like Jennifer, in fact, I. Even as she carefully examined herself she could see a thick white liquid oozing out from between her lips. Her little mat of blond hair that had begun to grow during the last year was mattered to her body and the insides of her cunt lips were extremely red. When she opened them further with her fingers, she felt pain and she had to stop pulling them apart.What had happen to her? Now she was a little scared. She knew that if her mom should happen to see her in this condition she would be very. Even moving to another city hadn't been enough to liberate her. Instead, Christy found herself taken from her own bed, wearing nothing but a few scraps of white lace, bound and blindfolded and spirited away in the night.With a cloth over her eyes and a gag in her mouth, hands and arms bound cruelly tight behind her, she was forced to wait on her knees, listening while they talked about what should be done to punish her disloyalty. The things they discussed made Christy shudder with dread.. "He said nothing, put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "I want you to take the pistol from the drawer," he said. "Just in case..."She reached for her phone and eventually found it in the darkness where Bryan had moved it. "Ugh," she said. "Time to start another day..." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight. "But honestly I don't want to be anywhere but right next to you." I agree," he said. "But I have a lot to get hauled here from the city before the sun sets." Ahhhhh,".