? As if in a dream you open your eyes as your hands move to the clasp betweenyour now heaving breasts. You feel as if you are being smothered and you ...aveto free yourself. The moan of relief as your breasts are no longer held isloud. You can't believe it is coming from your mouth. But as you look at yourself your fingers start to roll your nipples. Then pulling at them it feelslike someone else's hands are assaulting you. ?Look out of the window Fiona. See all those people.? You force yourself. Once, she came out of the shower, sat near me. Then turned around doing a hair flip, slapping me in the face with her damp hair. She would stand on a weight scale and ask me to read out her weight. One evening after supper, she came out in shorts and started applying lotion on her milky legs.When I offered to help, she handed me the Shea butter and started watching TV. I took my time, going up from ankles to calves, massaging the lotion till her thighs. Amazingly, at 31, she didn’t have a gram. All I needed to do was subdue her and keep her complacent until I’ve managed to transfer her back to my private clinic.She was lying on the couch. Complacent and will-less. Mindless staring up at me.‘Good girl,’ I told her. ‘I put the cloth in her face for another ten count.’ She didn’t seem to mind or even notice.‘I’m sorry,’ I said to her numb face, her eyes rolling in their sockets, her head slumping to the side. I removed the cloth and gave her a little peck on the mouth. ‘You’re just too. Before long, I find myself in what seems to be a very vivid dream. I rise from the couch and wander up the stairs to my bedroom. To my surprise, I find I’m no longer alone in my house. There were three very taut, very fit, and very naked men standing around my bed. The men encircled me, lifted my feet from the floor, and stripped me of all but stockings before tossing me on the bed. I bounce off the mattress and land on my back. The men station themselves around me, one at both leg, and the.