For Vicky, from her owner, Uncle Des. The light outside my room goes off and I hear my uncle get into bed. I reach into the bag again, and I pull out,...a new pink diary! College isn't very interesting for me as Kevin, but as Vicky, well that would be a different story. As Kevin I listen to the guys talk about who has shagged who. Who is cheating on whom, and who is next on their lists. Of course I join in, but even some of the boys suspect I'm a little odd. Is it that obvious I sometimes wonder. I have an almost abnormally small pussy and Steve has a huge cock and because of this sex was never spontaneous for us, we had to have a lot of foreplay for me to get wet enough and excited enough to be able to receive him in my tight pussy. As you can imagine our sex life is not very exiting but it is fulfilling. We usually have sex on the weekends, it starts Saturday morning when he bring me breakfast to bed, he will then bath me, dress me up and for the rest of the day he will keep physical. ”“Oh that doesn’t sound good. What are you two going to do this evening? What kind of fantasies have you been cooking up?”“You,” I said simply.“Me?”“Sure. You’ve been working hard all week, and now it’s time for you to relax and enjoy yourself … you know, submit … we’d like to spend time with you in the dunge…. I mean playroom. Let us do whatever we want with you tonight so you experience pleasure and not have to think about anything … let go and let us be naughty with you …““Is he going to be. I needed some more dark sheets, some large plastic bags and a backpack big enough to carry a bomb in.I stopped to check my hope that putting light blobs inside a parked car's light fittings would look sufficiently like its lights were on, which it did. They didn't cast a very good beam because to radiate enough light they had to be larger than the usual bulb, but that didn't matter much.I thought having to drive away was quite a strong possibility, as I suspected there'd be too many planes.