Of course, many women have the fantasy, but few actually have the courage to make it a reality. Not so with Melany, or that was what she called hersel.... She wanted to have an experience where she is totally helpless, at the mercy of a man’s lust. She wanted to be an object. After a few emails back and forth, we decided to set up a session. She knocked at the door and I opened up, but took care to keep myself hidden behind the door. From behind the half opened door I told her to walk in, go. ”It was Helen.“Can I come in?” She asked.“Of course, Helen,” I replied. “You’re always welcome.”She seemed to wince as I said that. Jane grabbed her for a hug. Helen hugged me. I like hugging and being hugged by Helen but I wouldn’t offer one in Jane’s presence. Helen may be petite but she is well endowed in the right places. Somehow Helen’s hugs seem to press ‘the right places’ hard against me.“Has Cecily been here?” Helen asked. She glanced at the dresses heaped on the chair. “Oh. I can see. The next day we stayed by the pool and relaxed all day , about 2 in the afternoon i went up to the room to get sum more sun cream , when i came back to the pool , Suzanne was sat on the edge of the pool with just her feet dipped inside speaking to the black guy from the other night , i lay on the sunbed and pretended i wasnt bothered , about 15 minutes later Suzanne came back over , we had a little chat , she said what about him he seems a nice guy , i said no way , not a chance am i letting. ”Once they had picked their rooms, they met up in the central living area. There was a fireplace, a dusty old couch, and plenty of old books, but no TV. The one phone they found was dead, but Viola was nowhere to be found anymore. With no cell service, the girls had to entertain themselves.“What in the world was up with Viola?” Dawn jeered. “Like a twenty-something who never outgrew her high school goth phase!”“And became a French maid,” Jill added. “Kinda hot, but definitely weird.”“A French.