I forgot to mention earlier. I have always had the hots for Sofia. I have jerked off to her in my dreams so many times. And to actually be fucking her...was more than ‘a dream come true.’ And what made it more rousing was the way she fucked. Not your standard, regular, run-of-the-mill 'lay back and get it over' type of fuck, but a whole new level, a whole new world. A world I knew I was a part of. And to add to it all, there were two of them. Fuck-in-hell, I was the luckiest fucker in the world. . “Get off of me!” The four and a half foot woman screamed at the nearly seven foot tall giantess. “You’re trespassing! Kelly says that’s a crime!”In the bedroom, she found another princess phone. It was disgustingly pink and childish. Revoltingly, everything in the room was. From curtains to bedspread, and the walls themselves, it looked like Barbie drank an overdose of Pepto Bismol and blew her dream-house up! Molly tore the phone out, and smashed it on the hard wood floor.“Such a little. Turning to look at the man who had evidently inquired, she saw someone who seemed older than the usual crowd, perhaps in his early 50’s though an incredibly well preserved early 50’s. He seemed to be trying to suppress a smile almost as if he could hear her thoughts. Looking around she noticed the coffee shop was strangely empty that day. ‘Yeah. My characters are off on a lark,’ Isabelle replied. The man laughed and she caught a sparkle in his eye. She noticed he was extremely well dressed in a. Unable to seewho it was, and utterly terrified it might be someone I know, I triedto make myself as small as possible. That wasn't really possible withthe manacled wrists, and all I managed to do was rattle the shortchains and draw attention to myself."Oh god! You startled me," a voice said. My heart sank. Sara."Look it's not what you think," I said, "I've no idea what happenedlast night or how I ended up like this. I'm not even sure where I amalthough I do remember coming back to yours - is.