"Hey!", I told her: "You're not a whore. You're a sexy wonderful girl who is being forced to work as a whore. The fact that it still hurts inside mean... you're still fighting it. You're not all those things as long as you keep fighting it. The General is messing with your head. He's trying to break you into becoming a whore."She spoke vehemently: "If I ever get away, I never want to be sexy again for the rest of my life." You mean you're going to sew it up and join a convent?" I asked. "That. "Oh man! Am I looking fresh or what with these shorts?" I said to my friend as we walked out of a sports store."Ya ya sure, what bout my AF1's?" he said as he walked with swagger in his new Nikes.(We were very materialistic and always cared how we looked, in a heterosexual way.)As we walked down the different sections of the mall, we heard a voice call from a kiosk."Hey, you! Hey." an unfamiliar voice called.I turned around wondering if it was me. (I had known very many people then; I was often. Well, other than a couple of bar staff who knew enough to be discreet, with the option to join in later if they wanted. We also arranged for a certain song to be played after we had a bit of time to settle into the room.“Hey FT, they are playing our song. Let's dance,“ said Sara staying in character.Sara and Lisa gave the sexiest dance ever as all the guys just sat in stunned silence. Lisa pulled Sara to her, and they swayed together to the music. I felt my mouth go dry as the girls locked lips. But if that was a confirmation of what I had said or an approval of the sensations in her pussy wasn't quite clear. After only a few moments she lost language altogether when I started playing with her nipples and after a matter of minutes she came with a wail like a banshee. It was too quick for me, but I didn't mind and she didn't even notice."I can't believe how good this is," she panted. "I can totally understand what the fuss is about. But why would anyone have religious hang-ups about.