That is so unreal”. Rhonda chuckled. “Yes honey” she said “some people wonder about bestiality but that is because they have never experienced...it”.Just then Victor came back into the room. He was just wearing a bathrobe. “I don’t think you just wanted to come and apologise” said Victor “I think you need a man to make love to you. To treat you as a sexual being”. With that he slipped off his bathrobe. He was naked underneath. Joy gasped and sat there looking wide-eyed at Victor’s erect manhood.. I emailed her and she sent back some pics and a nice reply. Seems her dad lost his job and she’s trying to gain enough money to go back to college in the fall. The pics, well, they sold me. She was very pretty, not cheap-looking at all, really a ‘girl-next-door’-type. I sent her a reply that I was sympathetic to her situation and wanted to take her out for a nice dinner and named my favorite Italian restaurant in town. Now, I’m thirty-eight, not bad looking, just not really good-looking,. He’d been to funerals of his brothers in arms, and seen the wreckage of the young wives and children they sometimes left behind, alone. He didn’t want to do that to a woman.He’d had sex. That was always available. Sometimes it was for a price, and sometimes for fun. It had satisfied his baser urges, as Lacey might have put it. But it hadn’t really meant anything. It was more fun than masturbating, but he knew there could be much, much more. He just hadn’t felt like there was room for much, much. “Such a naughty mouth,” he admonished. The gravity of the situation was now just beginning to dawn on me! No one knew where I was, and worse yet, I was in the thrall of a man who was about to use me in the most vile sexually abusive way he could think of, and if screaming would have done any good, i most certainly would have tried it, but I knew in the back of my mind that this beast was in complete control. I waited in complete silence except for the chains jingling from my wrist. I stared at.