I undressed and started to put on my lingerie of black bra, suspender bely, black fishnet stockings and a black thong. I put on their dressing gown an... went back in to the room and sat down ready for the make over.A gorgeous dark haired Irish woman made me over and we chatted and she was very friendly and made me feel at ease.After applying make up including mascara and pink nail varnish she showed me how to put on a wig 'properly' as she called it not just shove it on my head.She then told me. " I don't know how to make love, Jerry. I may be twenty-five but I have never even had an orgasm. I don't think I can't even get wet enough to have sex. Jim had me use a KY Jelly so he could enter me. He would pump inside me and then come. I have never felt anything. I'm scared that after we do it you might feel that you won't want me anymore," and she started to cry."Jenny, Jenny, Jenny! My cousin and his friends are assholes. I will guarantee we will be great together. You just have to trust. "O.k., but remember the rules." He stepped forward and undid the leather strap around her neck. Next he carefully rolled up the stocking which he had pulled over her head. This stocking also covered the post against which she strained, keeping her head pinned firmly against it. He rolled the stocking up until the roll pressed across her eyes, forbidding her looking down and offering her very little view any other direction. He undid the strap which held the ball in her mouth; it, too, fastened. I wondered if it was a lovers' quarrel and not any of my business, but I decided to make it my business when I realized how much the whore resembled my old friend Sally. This roused emotions I thought were long dead.I put my beer mug on the bar and walked somewhat purposefully toward the man with the knife. I was about 15 feet away from the pair when I stopped and said, "I don't want to hurt you, Mister, but I insist that you turn the young lady loose." Git outta here, asshole. This ain't none.