A Boy Trapped in Amber
He liked them stupid, barefoot and pregnant, well not barefoot, actually he liked them better in sky high fuck me stiletto heels. He also liked them better with long sexy black gloves, lots of makeup and garter belts and black hose. Oh, and with big, nicely styled, teased hair and ribbon chokers, had to hide that those slight scars from where he’d shaved down the Adam’s apple. But most important, the one non-negotiable, was to appear pregnant, the big, bulging baby filled belly, the bloated and milk filled tits of a beautiful, young mother-to be in her 7th or 8th month. Opp’s, he smiled to himself, forgot stupid; he definitely liked his girls to fit the dumb bimbo model. He’d given everyone of them a single type written sheet with their whole new vocabulary, 25 sentences, the only things that they were allowed to say, nothing else; ever. ...