He took out a black thong, wich he commanded me to put on. Then he gave med a pair of fishnet stockings and a garter, and then a short, black skirt. T...en a tight, long sleeved T- shirt, and a under bust-corsage which he tightened himself. Too tight for me to breathe properly, of cause. At last, he took out a pair of flat, black ballerinas with silk laces to go around the ankles, and a collar with a ring for my neck. Then he brushed my hair. I looked I a mirror, and had to admit that I looked. Not identical. Unlike her sister, Anne had not been in our honors classes. She hadn't helped edit the newspaper. She hadn't sat at the front of class or raised her hand promiscuously or sweated about grades. She'd been on the tennis team, but I never got the impression she tried all that hard. She was, basically, normal. She was also, in real life, smoking hot. Freckled, red hair, quick laugh, very trim. She also gave off a good girl vibe, but she was far more accessible than her intimidating. Nothing more.But Lynton could.He moved in behind me, and pushed his cock into my slippery slot while Sarah's mouth retreated towards my belly button. Pressure on my hips folded me forward, exposing my pussy… and then he was in me, surging forward with eager strokes… and I was being fucked in my own hallway in front of my two best friends in the world.Lynton's cock disappeared and I heard Charlotte gasp.Looking to my left, Charlotte was bent over and Lynton was now hammering away at her sticky. That wasn't the oddest thing, though. It was the fact he didn't lookunhappy about that. In fact he looked...relieved, fulfilled. It was onlyin some latter pictures of the same child that he developed a look ofhorror and despair so common among the other victims.I felt a strong need to find out exactly why, and worked my way throughthe Dr.'s notes, to try and match the pictures to what was written. Ittook some doing, because of the way the notes were organized, butfinally, I was able to find out.