” She held out her hand, watching it shake.“Have we met before?” Younger-Rebecca blurted.“Once, yeah,” she admitted, “for about 5 minutes....��Her face was barely recognizable, she imagined, battered and puffy like it was. More importantly, a person doesn’t observe her reflection in the same manner she regards the face of another person. Nobody expects to see her own face, worn by a stranger.Younger-Rebecca frowned, eyeing her battered eye and lower lip. “Did some guy do that to you?”Rebecca. Later that evening I was brought to the bedroom and chained to the end of the bed. I was forced to watch as they made love. If I closed my eyes or turned my head away they threatened to hang me by the nipples for a week. When they finished I cleaned his cock and her cunt and arse before I was brought back to the cage. The next morning I was brought to the bathroom and back to the cage. Then they left. No one came home that evening and I spent the night in the cage hungry and depressed. The next. With the digital age we were all receiving and sending each other cock pics and sex clips of girls we knew being fucked. Everyone was into this social media craze.Then one day, evening actually I received a clip that shocked me, but felt, deep deep down, excited me, a clip of a very classy beautiful French lady, very young with a beautifully proportioned body, having sex with man's best friend and really being dominant, by straddling it on top and controlling the tempo.What struck me was her. She laughed at this comment and told him, “I heard you dive into the tub and thought you were having a swim meet!” They both laughed loudly and this broke the ice as she entered into his apartment. “Make yourself comfortable. I am going to the bathroom to finish drying off as well as drain the tub.” With this said, he left her. He never noticed her standing behind him till he spotted her in the mirror. She had removed her top and capris which had hidden a black sheer teddy with nothing on.