I checked that I had locked the doors.A group of women of about my age glanced in my direction as they crossedthe road in front of me as I struggled t... remove my jacket and put it onthe passenger seat before the lights changed.At last I was free of my jacket.I noticed that my captors had shaved my arms as I looked down at myalmost bare shoulders, my breasts and the straps of my bra and slip. Ifelt under my right armpit. I had no hair there either.The top of my slip had a lace trim too.I. It’s fair to say that most guys my age were probably happier chasing women, but computers, electronics and science made a lot more sense to me than women. Not that I wasn’t interested in women – I thought about them all the time. And, more than occasionally, watched them on my computer. I guess I was just hoping that somehow, one would magically come into my life. Which is almost what happened.It started when I went digging into a basket of second hand stuff and found what looked like a. So he made a point to masturbate when he was away. They would do it together over skype every few days. She saw it as him trying to stay faithful to her and even thanked him for doing it, which helped. After a few months, after a few travels, he finally got comfortable doing it. So whenever they couldn’t connect, he started surfing porn to get in the mood and masturbate. He had just returned from a two week trip and they screwed several times in a row. The next morning he reflected back and. But shecouldn't think straight. She felt so stupid. And feeling so powerless andhumiliated as the man who had hijacked her body paddled her bottom wasactually turning her on, which was humiliating her even more in a viciouspositive feedback loop.She wasn't even sure Harrison's magic was making her feel that way. Shedidn't remember anything about it in his little rhymes. Was this comingfrom somewhere inside her?He stopped spanking her. She wasn't sure how long it had gone on. Shedidn't know if.