Tall, angelic face with long blonde hair,well spoken, elegantly dressed, but quiet and timid.I would never have asked her for her telephone number, bu... we needed to pair up for group work and as fate had it, I was paired up with her. We exchanged numbers and arranged to meet up on saturday lunchtime and discuss the 'work plan'.We met outside the shopping mall. She was dressed in a red sweater, Levi jeans that excentuated her hips and (as i now call them) her fuck-me boots.She looked hot, but. I heard distant, reverberating sounds and muffled voices - I thought I recognized my name in the cacophony.The noises surrounding me suddenly turned into a single voice. A voice I didn't recognize. “Open your eyes, Mr. Renard.” It was a woman's voice.My head felt foggy and heavy. I shook it to try and clear the cobwebs out, which turned out to be a mistake. Bombs went off between my ears. I tried to speak but my mouth and throat were too parched. I cracked my eyes open, the surroundings came. It’s crazy beyond words ... anyway I’m to old to ... to have, ... a Baby ... and I take a special pill so I couldn’t ... do that anyway ... please stop this now and release me ... please ... Olga! ... please Olga!But there was no Olga, and bound semi naked on a revolving dais, vickys situation got a whole lot worse, when ignoring her pleading, each of the young monsters caressed and explored her bound and secured body while she circled around them on the revolving stage, cursing the terrible. I knew it would be a win, win situation; either I had found my soul mate, or my long lost sister. But, somehow it didn’t feel like it.Hands shaking, we opened envelope. ‘Dear Smith, etc., etc..' No Genetic match!We were free to fuck.When moments later my hand went under Liz’s skirt, there was no resistance. She helped me pull her knickers off and soon my cock was released and in her mouth. I reached for the condoms and went to slide it on.“Let me,” Liz cooedShe dropped it on the top of my prick.