Maybe it was all the reading I did in my life that permitted me this anesthesic model of depersonalization, even at this most personal of moments. Add...that to the benefits of reading, I guess. It helps you live vicariously—and die, distantly, as a spectator.I know. I stopped addressing you, my Reader, my Rapist, for a couple of interior paragraphs there; I'm sorry. I needed a few private moments to collect myself, my thoughts, my whatever.I'm back now, struggling, but weakly, almost out of a. The screaming slave was under attack by one of the intruders, but the other was coming toward me with a mean-looking knife raised and ready to plunge into my very tender body.Fortunately, I was between Atrina and the attacker, so I was not blocked when she sat up in surprise. I had no conventional weapon handy, but I did grab up a pillow and throw it into the face of the approaching killer. I didn't know which one of us he was aiming for, but I had to assume that I was to be the first target,. I held her tight into my body and Stella held on until we were both drained. Stella got to her feet and went to the bathroom. She came back and asked me if I felt good, and I replied that it was fantastic. I wanted that as much as you did. I haven’t been with a man for years.I am at least twenty years older than you Rahul. I told her I always had a thing for older women, since I find them to be most pleasurable, they know how to receive and give total pleasure. I enjoyed what we had done and I. I realise upon reading this you might respond differently and shut down my only source of absolute pleasure but I pray you will see I pose no threat and only live to see you as you are a creature of grace and beauty from my confines, I only wish to be your friend and pray you will continue to be kind and never close your curtain to meYour secret Voyeur, Johnny, 68.I assumed the 68 was his age, I had never even tried to find out, but as I read his letter I realised he wanted me to know and hoped.