I covered my mouth with my hand. What happenedto my voice? It wasn't mine. I looked down at my hand. It was darkerthan it usually was. Nicely tanned. ...y fingernails were also painted.But why? Suddenly the lights in the theater came back on. I could seeeverything so much better now. Dana appeared to be crying. I heard somemore crying from behind me. It was a male's voice. I turned to my rightto see something I really didn't expect. Myself. My body was sittingthere crying hysterically. But how? I. Cookie was right behind her.My heart raced as Cookie crawled up into the bed, over my mom’s body, and kissed her hard. Their tits were pressed together, and Cookie was grinding her pussy against Mom’s leg. Mom was humping her pussy up against her friend, too. Cookie broke from the kiss, and planted a kiss on Mom’s neck. Then she moved lower, and kissed both of Mom’s tits, one after the other. She paused, looking up at Mom, and then sucked a nipple between her lips.By that point, I was so turned. The coming daylight illuminated the grounds and building, although the presence of a high wall and thick hedges restricted our vision."I'd try and climb a tree to get a better look," I said, "but I don't want to rip my top or anything." Yeah, like that would make you look like a whore," she teased. "God forbid!" Angela, serious, like what's the plan? Go up to the gate, just open it and walk in there? Like, yeah, Captor-or-whatever--where's that demon ring you stole?" Do you have any better. Ben Sheppard was only in town for a month. Handsome, confident and perceptive, he saw the woman I didn’t know I was. He saw what I needed and wanted. Then he gave it to me. I thank him every day for that. This is my story, my autobiography. I tell it honest as I can. I’ve changed the names to protect myself and my family. Otherwise, the story is written as I lived it. * Broken Trust: Book Two of the Trust Trilogy I got what I wished for. But it wasn’t what I deserved. I was happy in every.