She opened her mouth slightly, and the stress was becoming obvious. "Master Hirsch has every right to know what you've been doing today, doesn't he." ...he hesitantly nodded. "If he wants to watch you defecate on the governor's lawn, you will hold your need until he happens to pass. If he wants to read about in the newspapers, you will do it until the reporters cover it. You. Owe. Him. Everything. So what little he asks should not be met with the slightest hesitation. Do I make myself clear?". Gosh, what a fate!He finally brought me off, one of those climaxes where you almost curl in on yourself. I was super-sensitive down there and didn't want anything touching me. He obliged, at least for a couple of minutes. Instead he lavished attention on my boobs. What girl doesn't like that? Then, with me worked up all over again, he parted my legs and slid in.There's something wrong with women who don't like the feel of a dick sliding into them. I knew there were girls at school who didn't. Undressed. I had on my panties so he didn’t really touch me there. It’s just ... demeaning ... to be treated like that.”“I know and I’m sorry it happened,” I said. “Somebody should have been watching out for you.”“They do,” Regina said. “It was just a bad situation back there. He wasn’t supposed to be in there but he just ... barged in. My people started yelling at his people and the next thing I know ... he groped me. My mom was already on her way over and saw everything. The wardrobe. " You look in your microscopes, and you see a lot of little wrigglers. You can't see any difference between one man's sperm and another. Unless they're physically abnormal. You can't even be sure it's a man's, rather than a whale, or a hippo, or an orang-utan. We need to find out why my sperm works, and for instance Mike's, doesn't. It's somewhere inside, in all the twisty little molecules that my machinery can take apart." The genes, you mean?" That's what everybody thinks of when they think.