..it wasn't a pleasant experience. He was abused, starved, neglected and always told how worthless he was .There was only one thing that always comfor...ed him it was a dream. He would be surrounded by a blinding light it was warm and gentle as the light fade a woman would be standing before him the first thing he always noticed were her beautiful violet eyes. She had brown hair that went down to her shoulders, her body was curvy but toned she wore a tight black shirt that seemed to struggle to. It was all so stressful and she sighed with untypical frustration knowing that she wanted and deserved it all but was constrained by her inability to be in three places at the same time without some miracle of magical proportion.She decided to invite all three of her male admirers to her playroom because it would be an utter disaster to ignore two/thirds of them.Their names were Dick, Rod and Peter.She liked Dick the best but had to admit Rod made her loose and wet when he was fully in charge. He did his best to ignore me, but I did my best to hold his attention. After about twenty minutes of him repeating, "You're gonna get it little girl..." over and over, he snatched up the remote and flicked the TV off. I jumped up off my couch and ran to my bedroom attempting to lock the door behind me before he could get to it. He, however, was faster and stronger so he easily pushed it open. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll stop I promise," I yelled trying to not giggle, and knowing full well I was. .. Because people would know." Who's going to know?" Sarah demanded. "Look at yourself in the mirror."I did. A pretty young woman looked back at me. "You don't even recognise yourself, for Pete's sake. Your own mother wouldn't recognise you."She was right. The woman in the mirror was exactly that. A woman. A bit wobbly on heels, perhaps, but a woman nonetheless."Look," she said. "We'll be in the car. I'll drive. Nobody's going to pass any remarks."Five minutes later I stood at the front door..