”She grabbed for him, but he quickly crossed the room and exited, leaving the door ajar. A few moments later, the door opened, and she called out, �...�Father!”“No, I’m sorry, it isn’t,” Jacques le Gris said as he stood before Marguerite.She stared in shock at Jacques, unsure whether she truly saw him or was hallucinating, then ran to him, kissed him, and clung to him with everything she had in her.“Oh, Jacques! I’m so sorry!” she cried. “I am so sorry to have caused this!”“It’s alright,. The next bit was cosmetic, a corset but it had a practical purpose with a double spine down the back, first off it made lying on the back bloody uncomfortable and with the inner spine down she couldn't sit because the spine went down past her backside, there was a little red button to press which operated a ratchet, oh and the tail could screw into the movable spine if required as well instead of into the butt plug.The other thing the corset did was made the tits hang better because she would. Why pay full price when you could get slightly used for less than half the price of new? Oxy knew what to look for and saved us a lot of money.To get to So’ Bermmun’s Junkyard, we had to pass through the red light district. The sights were always interesting. The streets were always crowded and slow going hauling the empty container. We took our time and checked out the local talent. The talent, male and female, was naked and enticing. I counted nine different species soliciting business within. I haven’t…’ I sputtered weakly, aware that my voice was a few octaves higher than usual. He face met mine again. ‘Spit it out, baby.’ Just say it. Do what he said. Suddenly I felt his teeth nipping against my neck, his hands roughly pulling at my hair. Fuck, he wants me to listen to him… ‘I’m a virgin.’ My blindfold was ripped off. He looked at me as if I were a work of art. As if I were a field of untouched snow, and all he could do was gaze in awe. ‘Do you want me to continue?’ he.