“This is Karen’s place now. I was witness of the involuntary abortion that cost her life. I couldn’t do anything but see her die in my arms. Tha...’s why sometimes I’m still not over it.” Denise pressed my arm against her side and lay her head on my shoulder. The dark feelings in my heart eventually subsided to a feeling of security and proximity. I took Denise in my arms and held her as if I she tried to run away. She closed her eyes and put her arms around me. My heart got lighter and. It was September of that year that something happened that brought things to a head. Sarah and I went on a camping trip with Judy and Bill to the mountains. We shared a campsite and my obsession with Judy began to grow out of control as I thought about her sleeping so close (in the next tent). After a couple of nights of fucking my wife while dreaming of Judy, I was primed. Then it happened. We had been hiking that day and everyone was tired. I heard Judy tell Bill she was going to walk over. Neverhaving dressed in women's clothes before Michael could only wonder athow her body felt, tightly constricted in a severe corset, yet encasedin beautiful silk, her feet forced into a painful arch by her stilettoheeled court shoes, her only vestige of masculinity, her penis, trappedwithin a tiny metal cage. She had been stripped of all personality andknew she was merely the object for a group of six men to use and abuseas they pleased, she had no choice as to what they did to her, or when.Max. Maine bahr nikala. and do tin bar aisa hi kiya.Ab wo smjh gyi thi mera irada. Wo boli k ab shot mat marna main khud se muh mein lungi. and wo bilkul ek bhukhe sher ki tra emre lund pr toot pdi. Bahut hio mja aa rha tha. Main to 7ve asmaan pr tha. 15 mins choose ne k bad boli ab isko meri choot mein daal do jaise mrji, mujhe yeh chahiye ab main iske bina nhi reh skti. Mujhe yeh saari umr k liye chahiye. Main saari zindgi apki prostitute ban k rhugi.Maine usko bed pr litaya and uski tango faila.