It's just - well, your breasts are so beautiful, we - well, we wanted to see them. Is that so bad? They're really lovely, you know, and - hey, have an...ther drink. It'll help you calm down..."Unbelievably, Stella's screaming had died away and she was leaning back into Jacko's chest as his hands stroked her upper arms ceaselessly and he murmured into her ear. Now, every so often, his lips brushed against her neck and he planted light kisses on it.She became quiet, but every so often a gulping sob. She was warm and firm, with a shapely hour glass figure which she pressed against me.She pulled my top off and ran her nails down my back, making me go all goose pimply. We carried on kissing and getting more excited. Her hands slid inside my shorts and she started fondling me, stroking me, making me harder still."Let me see if you did a good job washing yourself ". She knelt down in front of me, sniffing and smelling me; I could feel her breath on my dick as she teased me. Finally she took me. But this was also so unexpected and I didn't know how to deal with it. This was not a scenario or circumstances I'd ever thought about of considered. It simply wasn't in my point of reference.I felt dirty. I felt disgusted and humiliated. My psyche was destroyed, broken down and submissive in its deep humiliation. Something in my mind was telling me that I deserved this. That this was what I was and that I had to submit to my role as a slut for men. I was a mess! My mind was a mess!Obediently. I'll get him."She was back in a flash with him. The technician showed us a small control panel on the side of the chair, one that wasn't at the ones in their offices."You have to enter a pass code," he said. "Here, I need a volunteer."The Counselor looked a little worried, so I volunteered. I sat in the chair and he swung the small keyboard and screen up next to me. "Type in your userid," he said, and I did so. It showed on the screen. "Now type in your destination code. You'll have to verify.