Her name was Alicia Lord, and I suppose she could be characterised as a peaches and cream type. She was tall and built like a filly with soft hair and an undoubtedly pretty face. Her breasts and figure were nigh on perfect, but it was her slender legs which men (and women of a suitable persuasion) saw and appreciated most. Her father was filthy rich, and so, by association, was she. And, as it is with the overprivileged,...