When I pleaded to use the bathroom he released me from the bed but left my wrists still tied. He stood and played with my breasts while I peed and did...the other thing too. It was most embarrassing, more so when he bent me over and wiped my bottom. Then he ordered me to suck him again. It was still sticky but when I refused he squeezed my breasts until I did. For breakfast he gave me some juice and then again made me suck him until he was hard enough for intercourse. Over the weekend he must. I have heard of sailors being shanghaied, but never a woman. Did they hurt you?’ ‘If by hurt, you mean did they beat me? Then the answer is no,that was not their way. Instead, they locked me into a very small room, no bigger than a closet really, with nothing but a hard chair for furniture. There was no light to see by, none, and it was impossible lie fully down.’ ‘How long did they keep you there?’ James asked with an edge to his voice. ‘I had no way of telling day from night, it was a long. They seemed to be reading her story with great interest and yet her inbox remained empty and she remained totally unfulfilled.It tortured her greatly but the next day it got worse, much worse.As she arose and walked slowly from her bedroom to her computer room she had given up all hope of ever communicating with any of the readers that she had so tried to please with her writing. The joy had long been lost for her. She now recognized that this is a one way relationship where the writers write. I was by this time well imbibed with alcohol, I well on my way to being drunk and full of bravado, even standing at the urinal and pretending to hold my imaginary penis, whilst looking at them men holding theirs, 'A right willy watcher I was that night'.Of course this later fantasy of mine, now sort of gratified, did have the effect of making me horny, and taking my zipper down, and being nude under my brothers suit, allowed me to be able to insert my finger into my pussy and stimulate my.