I am writing it as I remember it happening in early November, 1975, shortly after I turned seventeen. Its significance is that it brought me into the...erotic and very enjoyable side of human sexuality known as, "The Lifestyle."During my sophomore year of high school, I got rather close to Teach, who was eight years my senior. I was in his class for math and science. I became his student assistant so we were together more than just during class. I wanted to go out with him, but he would not. Toward the end of our kiss, my hands moved from her face to her blouse, finding the small buttons and unfastening them one by one. Lauren's bra was nothing fancy, but its cups held her breasts up into natural mounds. Their curves were perfect, and the dim lamp light caused a subtle gradient of light to fall across them, illuminating her rich brown skin. And her skin felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the exposed skin. Lauren let her head fall back. Suddenly, Mr. Bored Businessman was no longer thinking about things at the office, snarled traffic, the late mortgage payment, or his last cholesterol test. When I entered he was fingering one of my leather floggers. What a stroke of luck! I immediately berated him for daring to touch my things without my permission in a voice that caused his eyes to widen and his face to turn pale. I ordered him to his knees. A moment of hesitation on his part was followed by a moment of outrage on mine. . Futanari prisons double in society as both prisons and legal brothels. Futanaris are more or less treated as normally as any other inmate, however if their found misbehaving or are caught tinkering with their chasity belts, you can decide to punish them by having them tortured in the prison brothel where citizens pay to get serviced by them. Punishments can range from having them confined to watching free futanari use the other inmates repeatedly for 24-48 hours, or to have them strip and.