Fuckit!" Excuse me," he deadpanned."That's the last words you said to me, in the garage, on that day. You said 'fuck it, take care of her.' I didn't k...ow what your name was."He chuckled. "An appropriate name under the circumstances Mr. Hughes. My name is Victor." He offered me his hand and we shook."What did you name her? I'm curious." Kristy. After the model Kristy Argenta." Really, Mr. Hughes, isn't that a little, ah, immature." No. She was on a billboard advertising the BMW that you were. My anus is wide open, bright red and dripping with the lubricant. For another couple of hours, I remain as people slowly leave. I stay naked. I have pleasant discussions with small groups, or individuals, who want to know how I feel about proceedings. "I love this sort of thing - being totally abandoned, vulnerable and wanton. I realise many people would feel humiliated or degraded. But I don't. I feel fulfilled. I have given in fully to my urges, I have not hurt anyone. If people are revolted. He squeezed clumsily. I winced in pain but it wasn't that bad.He alternated back and forth, groping one of my breasts for a minute or so and then giving equal time to the other one before his hand started sliding down towards my pussy. I received two shocks in quick succession. First his fingers slipped inside of my pussy and I couldn't believe how wet I was down there. This was so wrong. I was being felt up by a boy!But that wasn't the worst shock I received. Just as the boy's fingers. Moments of anger and doubt. I often wondered ifmy nature was truly submissive or if I was merely playing at something beyondmy understanding. Did my ultimate pleasure lie in totally pleasing another?At times, I found myself rebelling against the subjugation of my individualityand uncomfortable with the feeling of being absorbed by a stronger will. Needlessto say, these displays of willfulness displeased my Master. I was unhappy aswell. It was a situation that demanded resolution. I was told.