"And the second time was yesterday..." She paused. "And then of course there was last night, so I suppose that would be three meetings." She finished ...houghtfully."Oops! Yesterday it was a hot date and today it's a meeting. That doesn't sound too good." Someone observed."So which one was it little sis?" asked Jenny. "A hot date or a meeting?" Oh..." she paused again. "I'd say – definitely, a hot date." she said in a rush."Oh? How hot?"Sarah blushed and laughed again, this time a little. I think that as she grew up, she started looking for a George Roberts she could marry so she could be Margaret Roberts and give birth to her own little living, breathing Barbie doll... me.However it came about, George and Margaret got married and I got born. Mom is a pasty-skinned, pale, blue-eyed blond, sort of like a Barbie mom should be. Dad is even more so. And I’m even worse. If I were any paler, I would glow in the dark. It takes hours and hours– or should I say minutes and minutes– of. Enakum miga pidithu irunthathu, aval kaamam meethu verithanamaaga irupathu.Ulle vida pogum pozhuthu sunniyai vittu vidamal ennai oothu konde iru endru sollinal. Sunniyai kuthiyil vida aarambithen, aval pundai en sunniku poruthamaaga irunthathu.Sunniku nangu irukam kidaithathu, avalai paduka vaithu nandraaga kalgalai virithu kuthiyil sunniyai vittu ooka aarambithen. Sirithu nerame porumaiyaaga oothu kondu irunthom, poga poga muudu tharumaaraga eera aarambithathu.Vegathai athigarithu ooka. I notice for the first time the large wet spot on the front of my hot pink panties. Your cock grows harder still, straining against the metal bands, digging into my shaft, crushing my balls, sending waves of pain across my body. I feel my nipples stiffen, the clamps squeezing even tighter. I can’t begin to concentrate on an escape plan in this condition.It’s 6:40. I hear the click as the key card is inserted into the lock. I quickly compose myself as best I can, and force my eyes downward..