"“Don’t call me baby,” Sara said sternly, “I am not your wife now, so I shouldn’t be sucking your cock, should I?” “No, you shouldn’t ... guess, I should be treated as just your friend.” “That’s right, you are my friend,” Sara smiled, “Just my friend, I love you to pieces, but if Doug and I are to live as husband and wife, then I shouldn’t be kissing you passionately or sucking your cock, should I?” “No, you shouldn’t,” I answered, “So we can’t kiss deeply in private either?” “No, we can’t,” Sara. As Manon approached even the mother could not help being amazed at her young daughter’s stunning beauty. Florette had named her daughter “Manon”, which meant “bitter” in French because their lives were bitter, but Manon and her beauty would be their sweet salvation. “From the bitter to the sweet!” Florette sang to herself in her mellifluous feminine voice: “Passer de l’amertume a la douceur.” Manon was clearly excited like her mother. Manon was sick of living like an animal in the servant’s. ........I went upstairs and started to look around. What had Amy taken with her? I felt guilty as I began checking through her wardrobe, but I'm a cop and know when things aren't how they should be. As I searched I made a mental inventory of what I knew she had taken and that was when I started to get concerned. Amy didn't have a lot in the way of sexy lingerie, but every piece of what I would call her better items were missing - lacy panties, low cut bras, hold-up stockings....all gone! I. From what she could remember, she was just about to her car when a van pulled up ,and she heard the door slide open,after that it was all a blur. She remembers waking up on a mattress, to someone grabbing her tits and trying to pull her scrubs off. She tried to resist but found her hands tied to two eye hooks on the sides of the van. “Relax bitch, no use struggling, as her pants and underwear were ripped off exposing her cunt to them.One of them took out a knife and sliced her shirt and bra.