He had a strange feeling about her. He couldn’t explain it. Maybebecause his father was gone, he was now “the man” of the family. Hecouldn’t p...t his finger on it, but there was a definite difference inthe way they had acted toward each other all afternoon and night. Itwas on a much more adult level, almost like equals. With this, therewas an air of eroticism about their interaction. Something dark andforeboding was taking place in his heart. He was afraid of what mighthappen, but did nothing to. I wanted to keepmy cock and balls in all their glory. I wanted to stay as a virile manlyman. I wanted to go no further than I absolutely had to. The sooner wecould find a way out of the mess we were in, the better. I knew that Iwas consciously running towards something that I dreaded.We talked on for another half hour. Before we parted, he gave meinjections in both hips, some pills to take and made me an appointmentto see a psychiatrist in one weeks time. He made me promise to bin allthe. Standing there speaking in a clear and strong voice she answered the questions given to her, telling her horrific story of how she applied for the job of Au Pair, meeting up with the man who had arranged to meet her at Heathrow, thinking she was meeting the husband of where she was going to work, only to be taken away and locked in a bedroom of a house somewhere, gang raped and beaten until she agreed to work for them. Josh felt his own tears fall as he listened to her evidence, his admiration. I said "Yes," for I'd seen this type of thing before.She contacted me, and we spoke on the phone at great length. She really wanted to unload, and she did - because her friend said she could trust me. After an extended conversation, she said she wanted to know what it was like to have real sex. She really just wanted to have more than once or twice a year - missionary style - with him climbing on, getting off and rolling over. We agreed to meet. Over a couple of drinks, she asked if I would.