Then when we were home alone one night Wendy came to me looking a bit embarrassed.“Mum. You've been boasting lately about how many men are fucking y...u. I don't want to seem ungrateful to John, but I've only ever been fucked by him. I'd like to experience more than just him.”“Wendy, most 13-year olds are still virgins. At least they were when I was that age. You're free to take another boyfriend, however, if you do, you'll have to give up fucking John.”“Oh! Why mum.”“Because the Friday-night. My wife kind of walked around the small space as the guy that was with her talked and motioned with a hand holding a sketchbook. He didn’t look all that bad. He was a little taller than her five foot six, with curly brown hair and a goatee that was trimmed around the mouth and dipped at least to his Adam’s apple. I guess he did kind of look like an artist. He had on black jeans and a pale blue turtle neck that were definitely out of season since it was already getting sticky outside. He looked. .." Her voice stopped abruptly. Her lips no longer moved at her command. She couldn't even get her tongue to budge. Stefanie stood completely still on the pedestal. Her own body was now completely beyond her control.Dumb in speech and dumbfounded about what had happened to her, Stefanie could only watch as the man pressed jewels on his bracelet and could only listen as he issued her a command. "Disrobe!"Instantly, Stefanie obeyed his order, stripping herself off her remaining clothes and. I got on my knee and looked through the vent and you could clearly see the desk in the spare room. Then I noticed that a couple of the louvers were a little further apart. Nothing that should be noticeable from the spare room. I snooped around a little more and found a pillow leaning against the side wall.I was still puzzling over it all when I heard someone walking up the steps. I crawled out of the closet as Olivia was reaching the top of the stairs. I started to say something but then I.