EXTRACT FOR
Abduct Her
(Anna Mann)

Except from" Paying The Price



"She's there again." 

Alice called from the lounge, she had shifted the curtain a fraction and peeped across the garden to the separating fence between her house and the neighbours rental apartment.

"Dirty bitch!" she whispered. What she was seeing went against everything she knew was decent and right. How can she do such things she questioned silently as she peeped at the disgusting and immoral display playing out in the window facing her own garden.

Trevor appeared at his wife's elbow.

"Is she naked?" he asked. Alice nodded and twitched the curtain a little wider so that he could raise onto his tiptoes and peer over her head.

"Dirty black slut!" Alice hissed.

"You don't know she's a slut," her husband said quietly as he studied the naked young woman as she stood beside the window and oiled her lithe ebony body, "She might be a perfectly decent girl, she might not know that we can see her... she might be a naturalist, or a nudist!"

"Naturist, not naturalist," Alice sighed, "And stop seeing the good in everything, she knows exactly what she's doing, she's flashing, you wouldn't catch me standing naked at the window for all the world to see."

"All the world wouldn't want to see." Trevor whispered, then chuckled as his wife demanded to know what he'd just said despite hearing clearly. It's a fact though Trevor continued in his thoughts, Alice wasn't the woman she'd been ten years earlier. And she's definitely not naked at the window material anymore. She had been, in the past, but everything had a sell-by date, and sadly his Alice's had long passed.

But yours hasn't cutie he added as the beautiful brown skinned girl in the window opposite began to massage oil into her firm young breasts. Twenty four, twenty five he estimated, she wouldn't be much older... and such a sexy little prick tease. Trevor had watched her oiling herself so many times before, and he loved how hard her huge nipples became as she worked the lotion into her skin.

"Just look at the brazen whore." Alice hissed as the black girl squeezed both breasts together, lifting them in the most provocative way.

"Now that is definitely uncalled for," Trevor said, his tone a little harder. "Call her a slut if you want, because maybe she is... but don't tar the girl with that brush without proof. She's a legal secretary, and from what I've been told she's with a respectable firm of lawyers, so she is definitely not a prostitute."

"She might as well be," Alice replied sulkily, "Because she certainly advertises enough, she wouldn't look out of place under a red light in some shop window in Amsterdam."