“Who is it?” she yelled out as she walked toward the door. There was no answer. Sh looked through the peep hole but the person on the other side o... the door had their back to her. She flipped on the porch light and unlocked the door.“Can I help you?” She asked as she opened the door. She noticed that it was a man standing on the porch. He was tall, probable 6'1 or 6'2. He had dark hair and was wearing a dark suit. The man turned around and walked toward her. Once he came into full view she let. "She was right I did find the feeling of my first pair of fishnetsstockings exciting but I didn't want to admit it as I rolled them reallycarefully up my legs."Well done, few girls put them on better. If you don't believe me take alook at how many girls are wearing snagged fishnets next time we go out!"Eve showed me how to run my garter belt straps under my panties and toattach them to my stockings. Yes, I had already come to think of what Iwould have previously not hesitated to identify as. Jingle.Than another. Jingle. I was hypnotized by the vision of completehumiliation and degradation in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes offAlice, panting and coughing, covered in man slime. I... wanted this? Neededthis? Craved it? Another step in a haze, the sound of bells and my heelson the pavement echoing in my ears.A pair of strong hands seized my elbows and I felt them cinched togetherjust like Alice's. Roughly, I was forced on my knees back to back withher. A crotch appeared in front. It just wasn't me. I'd apparently gone through all of the stages of grieving already, and now I was going to have to do it again.I looked over at the clock: 9:24. It was, I suddenly remembered, Christmas morning. I needed to at least show up. I found a relatively clean pair of jeans on the floor, and a nice-looking flannel shirt hanging in my closet that appeared to have never been worn. I pocketed the pile of stuff on my bedside table — a wallet, a pocketknife, a couple of quarters, and a set.