Packed with naughty outfits, toys and everything she'll need for a night of hot, steamy sex.She slips into something more comfortable, a cheeky little...Ann Summers number. Low cut, black, lace and satin.. the smallest and sexiest French knickers as well. Those stockings and suspenders are already on.. all topped off with a silky dressing gown and platform heels. A couple squirts of perfume, a little brush of the hair and she's ready for him. He'll never be ready for her.. she's a hard one to. Traumatizing. So Amy had sobbed hysterically: she'd sobbed loud and hard as her foster-father brutally raped her pussy.But the worst thing about that vile rape was that since Amy hadn't so much as masturbated in months her perpetually horny young body had actually given in to the stimulation right at the end of Farris' fucking. In order to cover up the orgasm that inevitably exploded between her legs Amy was forced to cry and sob so loud that she was practically screaming by the time he finally. "Kira stroked my thigh sympathetically. It made me flash back to my sister's touch from so long ago. I jerked from Kira's hand and sat up on the bed. "Sorry," I said, "sorry ... I ... It was just a nightmare..."She looked hurt, and I tried to smile, probably doing little to ease her concerns. Kira replied quietly, "okay ... I just worried ... are you hungry? I made dinner..."I closed my eyes a moment, unable to clear the memory, and then I felt myself grow calm and my head cleared. The memories. My heart is pounding with excitement as we walk out to the limousine .We arrive at the club and I take my first step out in public ,at first I'm very nervous but after a few positive comments I start to feel better .There was a huge line up for the club but the bouncers point us straight into the club .We find a booth to sit in then mistress X tells me to go get a few cocktails .I walk to the bar exactly as I was taught and believe me I could feels all the eyes undressing me ,this only makes me.