She went over and sat on the fresh sheets of her bed. She switched the TV on and flipped through the channels not settling on any particular program. ...er mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She dared not venture out of her room in fear of meeting those men. The fear not for being forced to make love again but fear that she would jump headlong into a pool of feelings for two strangers. A pool which she knew she would never be able to pull herself out of. A pool which she felt would only destroy. " But first we need to get you ready.I am dragged up to my room where I find a gorgeous new dress on my bed.It was pink and had a very full skirt that goes almost to my feet. Itlooked like a fantasy sweet sixteen dress I had seen Megan looking at afew weeks ago for her sixteenth birthday. The glittering straplessbodice would show off my boobs and cleavage."It's gorgeous," I say to them."I hope it fits," I turn and see my mom standing in the doorway.We close the door and my mom helps me into. ."The orchestra plunged into a dark and melancholic suite unknown to Angique. It was dominated by a cello's vibrant sadness and the low throbs of the drum. The strange, strange music moved her almost to tears. It strummed at the strings of her erotic being with a force she knew so well. Angique sighed. She heaved her exposed chest. Then she slowly sat back to watch the glorious angel and her Master perform.The blonde, curly cherub at her feet stirred. She rose and slid her body all along. She turned her head to nod at the girls.There was no piece for Fiona to memorize. Linda had not directed her to follow any special lines or action. She was told to strip herself. Natalie and Sonia had to do the rest with her.Fiona did not have to wonder long about the girls standing with her. They began to fondle every nook and cranny of her vulnerable body. She shuddered at the light touch of their fingers. It tickled her smooth skin.Sonia roamed her hands on Fiona's back while Natalie traced.