“Hi, Michael, it’s great to finally meet you. How old are you?”“Um, I’m sixteen,” I awkwardly squeaked out.“Wow, only sixteen and lookin... so fine. I can’t imagine how amazing you’re going to look when you turn eighteen,” Cindy said as she fumbled with my shirt collarI blushed and looked away, embarrassed to have such an attractive woman say such a thing about me. I also put my hands into my jeans in an attempt to hide the growing erection that was forming below. Not only did I get turned on by. I helped her to unbuckle and accidently touch her boobs which she didn’t mind at all.We took the lift and stopped on 5th floor. She unlocked the door and invited me inside. I went in and sat in the living area which was quite good looking. She asked me if I would need some coffee and I accepted the offer.She came back with 2 cups of coffee and sat just opposite to me. I was getting a nice view of her pink panties and it was very difficult for me to make eye to eye contact with her. I also. And thenthe shock hit her like a train. This had happened before, at exactly the samebeach. Last time they took hundreds of girls away with them. Oh no! She wasterrified. Surely this was not going to happen to her! Last time she had missedthe excitement, being away quite by chance that weekend. Nobody had ever seenthe kidnapped girls again. There was nowhere to go. She knew that there was little point in trying toswim out to sea. Last time they had scooped up several girls who had triedthat, in. "She made her bed, and now she's going to lie in it. She will go to college, and she will take care of this baby while she studies and graduates." She can't do that," said Phil. "It would never work." Well she's going to have to make it work," growled Hannah. "She's not living here. I will not raise my own grandchild while my foolish daughter goes out with her friends and works at some minimum wage job."That argument went on for more than a week, until Hannah called me and "found out" I was.