Felicity came into the room with her hair half dry. “Go on.” she gestured at the dessert.Isabella started with the strawberry and found it was act...ally raspberry. There was also hint of something familiar in it.“Felicity, what kind of ice cream is this?”“Vodka ice cream.” Felicity replied.Isabella laughed out loud. “Like we need any more alcohol!” but she continued eating.What she thought was vanilla was actually coconut. The chocolate was at least what she expected. Felicity joined her and by. Yeah no there actually are rules, the rules of the site that is, but other than that, I guess just no real fucked up shit that is just distasteful I guess. Btw, I'm gonna act like a tyrant, if I do have control over posts in this "story", so if something doesn't fit my narrow point of view of the world, and I actually feel like it, I'm probably gonna try to delete it. Will I? I don't know.Anyways, this will just be the hub page, the seed where all of your daydreams, nightmares, fleeting. I frowned as I continued to sip my coffee. Michelle, on the other hand, was still smiling as she sipped hers. After our morning coffee, I went about taking care of the chores Michelle usually performed on Sundays. After I headed back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, Michelle was still sat at the table reading the morning paper. I rustled up a breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs and toast and served it up. “So, what do you want to do today?” Michelle asked as we tucked in. “I don’t know.. Then, I feel the same coldness on my left leg. What a fool I am! They are cutting the pantyhose. Subsequently, I feel my panties being cut off laterally and removed. Have they noticed that I have wetted my panties? I am self-conscious about my nakedness. My skirt and blouse are taken off as well. My bra remains untouched. What are they going to do? I am rather interested than scared. The worst is over. They will take care of me. The pain is not so intense now. It is almost tolerable. Am I.