I’ve always been the focus of men and many times woman over the years. My long auburn hair and 5’9 physique made me often mistaken for Nicole Kidm...n. My appearance gave me the confidence to find comfort in any situation but it has also been a curse. While it provided me the illusion of control it also made me realize I was nothing more than an object to be desired. Robert and men before him provided me with jewels, cars, houses and access to money all in their desire to control and possess me.. She could feel every shot hit her, some squarely in her eyes, some into her forehead, and most dripping around the ball gag, and sliding down her tongue and into her throat. Her beautiful breasts were glistening in the candle light with their newly found layer of lustful expression covering them. She also had lost count of how many times she had successfully managed to manipulate herself into orgasm by rocking her hips back and forth, but then, who cared? Time seemed to be intangible, but after. Then her friend turned the heat up dramatically. 'And she should take her jeans off.' She said with a huge smirk.'Laura!' The lighter haired girl shouted at her friend. Momentarily I saw the smile leave her face before returning as a grin.'Ok!' The smaller girl said to the surprise of her friend and stepped over to where I was still sitting. Without further ado she undid her belt and unzipped her jeans, before slowly pushing them down over her very feminine hips. I was mesmerised by the sight. "Wait!" she called into the cottony vapor after him. "Who are you?!" The only reply to her shout was that infernal beep. Neeeep! Neeeep! Miriam opened her eyes and saw that she was at home in her bed. Neep! Neep! Neep! She swatted at the nightstand to silence the alarm clock. As she rolled on her side and glanced at the clock to read the time, the disturbing electronic chirp sounded again. She pushed the silence button a second time, but the sound did not stop. She moaned and smacked the clock.