." No," I responded, feeling too self-conscious. I felt ashamed of whatwas happening to me and didn't want anyone to see me like this. "Idon't want ...nyone to see me..." My voice sort of cracked and soundedweird as I said that part.For once, Dad didn't push things and left, much to my relief. I curledup on my bed into a ball, feeling my body continue to change. Itseemed that my changes were going faster and faster, but that could havejust been my imagination or the fact that they were all. She´d removed her panties just before John entered. He now ran his fingers up and down her ass crack, not going as far down as to her pussy. She heard him unzip himself. She heard the pants falling down on the floor, leaving his shirt on. John bent down on his knees now. He wanted to smell and taste Jodie before taking her. He spread her ass cheeks and had a look at her pussy. It was gorgeous. He ran a finger along it and slowly inserted it into her. Jodie was twitching. He leaned forward and. Knowing I would be in the saddle and riding hard for two weeks, my wives let me go to sleep reasonably early. They each got their ride in my saddle; although they were usually the ones doing the work, and only two of them could claim a load of cum in their abbreviated time.Gotberga told me in the morning that she expected me to bring home at least two more playthings amongst the enemy spoils I returned with. The rest of my women, even those who, at best, could only nominally be called slaves. This was my transference. I never looked back, not really. I loved him spreading me and using me. I loved the orgasms. I loved what he said as he finished with me…”Karl fucked me and I came. That was my world. No coercion or embarrassment. No self recrimination. But not beauty either. Pure orgasmic lust and pleasure. Sex. Pain and orgasm mixing and becoming fused together in me. I was a little girl being taken and made to enjoy sex by a talented dirty old man, and I loved it.Then.