“I will tell you when to kiss me, do you understand?”“Y-Y-Yes ma’am” I barely gasp out to her. Her grip loosens on my throat.She begins to ...iss along my lips, nibbling at them as she does. She sucks by bottom lip into her mouth and I give a moan. I am rewarded as a sharp bite of my lip. It was a stark reminder of my place in this situation. The officer begins to kiss and lick all around my mouth and down my chin… suddenly I realize that she is getting every last drop of her own juices off. I wanted to swap shifts to see him. I wanted to message him to say hi, but I didn’t. I just waited. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more disappointed in myself than the day I caved in and went into work early so I could see him. I had been weak and had gone back on a promise I’d made to myself. I was hoping it was worth the feeling a failure, but it wasn’t. October 1st 2014 I pulled him into the cellar and asked for a word. The weeks of built up emotion just came out in one fast paced wave,. It gave details of whom to contact and how the "victim" should dress. It said that she should wear lots of makeup and black tights and heels or boots. She should also wear a skirt and a top that could be torn apart easily. And there was a phone number. Diana said that she wanted to do this thing. I disagreed. So she said that she would forget it. Or so I thought. About three weeks later I was on nights and I came in from work around ten past six. Diana wasn't in bed. In fact she was not in the. Wendywas slim with straight blond hair. John's interest in female clothingsuggested about size 12. Her friend Angie was a brunette with a ratherfuller figure, maybe size 16. They were obviously walkers dressed insensible warm clothes - jeans, walking boots, and heavy anoraks. Beforethey had time to take in his appearance, Mrs Appleby managed toanticipate John's embarrassment. "John had a fall on the fells andfinished up like a drowned rat so I've lent him some dry clothes. You twogo and get.