“Thanks.” Roger replied. “Would you girls like something to drink? I don’t have any alcohol but there’s water, Iced tea and Coke in the frid...e, or I could make a pot of coffee if you want.”“I think June and I will have cokes. June, why don’t you get us all a Coke. Where do you want me to sit, Roger.?”“Please sit on the sofa, Autumn. You’ll be able to see everything from there. Unless you want to spread out on the blanket, but you’ll have to take off all your clothes first. “ Roger joked.“The. Easy prey.His face still in her iron grip, he slides his hand into her hood. Pulls her by the neck; a peck on the lips. She's trembling. Tears in eyes. Fighting with lust. Just one fleeting kiss and yet...“Impressive, isn't it? Still wanna go home and miss out on this? Not curious if I can keep a promise? The fuck of your life in, uh, three minutes now.”Her eyes roaming over his entire face, seeking something to hold on to. He hears her heavily swallow. Tears of hatred. Tears of inner turmoil.. We leave the airport for the 30 minute drive to the villa, thank god for Google Earth. I have done this journey so many times it's like coming home, but with more hills. We finally talk, just little things about the flight. So long, no sleep, tired, two weeks to relax. All the usual things when you don't really know what to say. Not wanting to break the spell.Finally we arrive, its just getting dark but we can make out the villa. Stand at the end of a row of villas, obviously built by the same. A permanent reminder of my newposition and status. Aunty Jane removed the heavy rubber cape and told me to stand up andwalk to the middle of the salon. She stood still carefully examining mynew look."Definitely an improvement my little sissy - on the surface anyway," sheinformed me, "but now we need to take care of the rest. Follow me!"I nervously followed her through the salon to a staircase and walkedupstairs to a door marked Treatment Room. Inside the room it looked tome almost like a.