She drew a nine and, eager to get on with the game, I handed her another 50. My hand was shaking as I gave Nicky the bill and she smiled sweetly and c...lmly said, ‘Thanks.’ Next I drew a seven and to my glee she only got a four. ‘Yes,’ I yelped. Without replying she stood and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. It made a quiet pinging sound as the clasp released and then Nicky slipped her arms out of the straps dropping the bra to the floor between us. Briefly her hands paused cupping her. I love you, Billy." I love you, maryjane."I trudged slowly, wearily, up the stairs, knocked softly on my parents' door, and peeked in. "Goodnight, mom." Goodnight, maryjane. Sleep tight."Fat chance, I thought. I was so wound up from excitement, from the knowledge that I had been ready for Billy to make me a woman, from the knowledge that I had been ready to give him what I could only give once in my lifetime. My frustration was physical and mental. I splashed some water on my face and went to. She had been tutored diligently by her father, her uncle, her older brother and then the dissolute banker boss of her father who used her so meanly that she often was exhausted at the end of the night and in need of rest to restore her shattered soul.Now, she worked in an office of mostly female employees all of whom were fully obedient to the whims of the male supervisors that constantly made physical demands on their person with little thought to their sensitive natures. She had been stripped. In fact, I told Carla about my increasingly crazy behavior and mounting desire to expose myself and she grew wild with lust at each of my stories. She also urged me to take things even further, to grab myself more frequently and overtly in front of my home audience. I seldom finished one of my stories, on the phone or in person without Carla fingering herself urgently to an orgasm.I suppose that given my hyperactive libido, what happened next was quite inevitable. As I recall, it was right.