His voice was deep and masculine, which further contributed to the weirdness. It was as if somebody had grafted a boy’s head onto a man’s body and...somehow retained the man’s voice. I gave a quick glance down below. He had a fine, muscular ass hiding beneath those blue jeans, and the hint of something in his crotch. I wondered if that too would be disproportionately large.I told him my tale of woe and he said, “Gotcha” and beckoned me to follow him. We went around the corner and held up at a. She had a character flaw though, she became addicted to being bound and raped.I still worked as an usher on Sunday Matinees and Rena got in free. As I was making my rounds I discovered that Rena was missing. I was not worried; I thought that she was in the ladies room. When she didn't return to her seat after a half hour, I became concerned and started looking around for her. I was just lucky; I was walking across the front of the seating area when I heard a moan come from behind the projection. Dangerous, she had said. Obviously a ploy to unnerve me. For what reason, I could not guess, but I was sure she had one. Relaxing, my wings moving slowly, brushing the brightly coloured petals, I settled down until all by my shoulders and head were hidden. A sense of joy that I had not experienced since arriving on The Thermiso washed through me. I reveled as all my sense were engaged. The intoxicating fragrance, the visual beauty, the brush of soft petals upon my flesh, especially my breasts. Here were implements which mystified me. ‘These are pleasure-givers. Our guests will use them or have you use them. We will continue your education with them.’ She took out a slender, glossy item which looked like a small truncheon, a child’s version of those carried by nightwatchmen. She caressed it and there was a look in her eye which suggested her arousal. ‘Lift your dress.’ I was still wearing my normal dress and undergarments and lifted the dress above my knees. ‘Higher, girl.’ I lifted.