"This is the residence of Abigail Beecham. How can I help you?" came the reply."Hi, I'm Angel Enriquez and I'm here for the fashion show." Angel repli...d."Ah yes, Miss Enriquez, we've been expecting you. I shall open the gate for you. Please drive to the front of the house and there is a spot marked for you to park."Angel and Emi looked at each other -- both impressed at this reception.Angel guided the car up the winding driveway that was lined with the 20-foot tall hedges that are common in. With every tough-to-swallow mouthful, they crave more.///"Reservation for..." The hostess calls out, looking for whoever is next on the list for the night. A much coveted list."Oh! There you are. Please, come this way," she says as she spots you and gestures you to follow her.Finally. Finally you were in. This magical place where you must buy a reservation months in advance to have the privilege of dining. Despite its insane fame and notoriety, they keep their prices average and meager. It's. I guess I waited about a half an hour and then I heard a knock at the door.When I went to answer it, the most beautiful African American young woman was standing in front of me. She wore a white blouse with a plaid neck tie and a plaid mini-skirt. Her bra was thin and I could see her nipples poking through. She wore white socks and loafers with her hair in pigtails. She wore makeup and looked hot. She was young maybe eighteen. She was licking a long swirly lollipop and walked into my room. I. You couldn't call this cuddling or love making, she was violent,forceful and aggressive as she attacked my body. If our roles had beenreversed, she would have called it rape, such was the way that shebehaved. Her fingers found my nipples which as I've said had becomehorribly sensitive and swollen and now stupidly erect, she pinched themhard through the nightie making me yelp in pain and yet the effect onmy senses was insane. It was a mad arousal but it was wrong."Owww, oww stop it, stop it,.