The woman with red hair! Merlyne — the name popped unbidden into my mind. She was called Merlyne, and somehow she was here with us — here to help....��Who speaks for you?” asked the leader.“I do.”It was my sister who had spoken, only it wasn’t really Brianna. I looked at her eyes, and was startled; her irises were blazing like fiery shards of ice.In the last few moments, I realised that everything had changed. A power was emanating from Bri and for the first time in my life, I felt true fear.“You. When I resisted, he gave up, quickly put his pants on and left the room. I never saw him again that night. I lay with my face in the pillow, crying quietly. The couple that were on the bed took notice and asked me what happened. I explained it to them as best I could, but was feeling extremely biased at the time and probably made it sound like he ****d some d***k, innocent girl, when I knew quite well I wanted to be fucked – just not by him. The guy offered to go and find the k** and call the. She guessed, rightly, that these men were unused to seeing western underwear and would find the concealment of her treasures more titillating than nudity.For a little while she wandered round the room greeting the guests for all the world as if this were a dinner party in Buckinghamshire, though the appreciative gropes she received were much more blatant than the little touches of polite English society. She neatly avoided being grabbed by any of the guests, promising each that she would be. Slowly I unhooked her bra and pulled the strings down to reveal the most magnificent pair of breasts which I had till only seen on movie screens. Her big areola with long brown nipples turned me mad and in no time I stared rubbing them with my finger. I made her lie down on her comfortable cozy bed and now started sucking her fine nipples. I was sucking them like any thing thinking them be a nectar. They tasted fine and juicy. Had there been some milk I would have been in seventh Heaven. We.