Only two men thrilled her. Because she knew neither could have her. Her step-father Jonathan was too proper. A fundamentalist southern Baptist, he had...moved to New Jersey, where he met Jennifer's mother Gayle. How Jennifer enjoyed watching him keep his distance, crossing his legs awkwardly as he sat facing her--too close, too close for his comfort-- and shuffling nervously as he always did when they were alone. Watching him lust for her turned her on immensely.The other man who thrilled her was. She asked, "What? It's not enough to be culturally hobbled? They have to be 'manacled', too?"The Major eased back in his chair, "The concept must be reinforced until it sinks into them-becoming a part of them." Leaning back he said, "I dare say, that if the prisoners at Stalag 13 had been kept in chains, this sector would have been much quieter."Trixie knew how much fight Hochstetter expected, "But then what would challenge a man of the Superior Race?"The Major snapped his fingers, and pointed. With that we set the date for the following night. I could feel the butterflies in my gut when I was showering and cleaning out before he showed and when he finally knocked I jumped and hurriedly pulled the blindfold down before opening the door a crack and turning to face away. Like before he grab my neck and guided me wordlessly into the room, back the footstool head used to his advantage the other night. This time like before he guided me over it till I lay on my back with my head hang. It could be pictures I have downloadedfrom my home computer, my stories or even worse, some pictures of me. Inever use it while I'm at the office but I always have some with mylaptop and in my briefcase for those moments of loneliness."I'm very sorry sir," I say as I look down at the floor in shame."I'll bet you are," he says and then laughs. "I would never haveguessed you were a faggot. It's a bit surprising to say the least." I am really sorry to have offended you sir," I say without looking.