She says she only felt alive when she had been under the blue light. When I have to leave she gets up and gives me a hug. Then with papery lips a kiss...on the cheek. I feel her trying to hold me tight in her arms. I gently hug her back. She feels so frail in my arms. I help her sit back down. She looks up at me and gives me a smile. ‘Than you for today Martin,’ she says as she reaches out and takes my hand. ‘You’re welcome Rose.’ I hold her fingers like they are glass. They feel like they could. When Rock pulled at the front of her catsuit and it ripped off easily, leaving her naked, she knew why. He was cutting her clothes off!"Oh yeah, look at that rack. Baby, you're built like a fucking brick house. Shit," he swore as he ripped the suit off her completely, leaving her dressed in nothing but a wig and the eyemask. "A natural blonde," he observed with happy surprise, leaning over to stroke his fingers in the tuft of hair surrounding her womanhood. The feel of this stranger's intrusive. He pulled a black blindfold from behind his back. I gasped. I was suddenly scared to death and at the same time so turned on I squealed. He fastened it into place. "No matter what, you don't take that off." I agreed with a shuddered breath.Deprived of sight, I listened carefully. For a few moments there was no sound. Then the camera clicked. I could feel the sudden heat from the flashes upon my skin. I bit my lip in anticipation. The camera clicked and the heat caressed my bare skin.Then there. Sarah had dressed in a fairly smart business suit, stockings and a blouse. What wasn’t evident is that she was wearing no bra or panties. She was sitting in the drivers seat of the car chatting, although no body was on the other end, on her mobile phone occasionally rubbing her stocking clad leg as she did and I knew she had hitched her skirt up sufficient to show the faintest hint of a lacy stocking top. I was enjoying watching the odd guy casually saunter past, looking surprised to see a.