..Oh," Katie says with a slow nod of her head. "You- you think thisTelemachus guy and Ophelia...?" If anyone's ideal for her, it's him," I shrug."Yeah... that's just it," Katie says quietly. "'If'. Ophelia's probably theleast boy-hungry person I know, I don't even know that she isn'tasexual." Tell that to our washing machine," I retort. "And she's always declaredthat she's heterosexual, even if she's never, you know, 'looked'. Reckonshe always thought that no ordinary boy would suit her." And. I kept walking and neither of us did anything else. About 20 mins later, I decided it was time to go home. I went to take a quick rinse in the shower. When I got out, I realized that there weren't any clean towels left. So I began drying off with the T-shirt I wore under my clothes. Unbeknownst to me, he had come in and while I was drying my face. I felt him drying my back with his towel. It startled me, but I let him do it. Since I didn't stop him, he began drying my whole body. When he came. I often masturbated to this image of me being taken like that, and now I was a few meters from such a setting, so I started feeling my pussy open and swell with sexual anticipation.We came to a small house and as we entered, the strong smell of sweat and heat hit us.it was dark except for a few candles burning and there were bunks in which men lay, naked sweating.Daddy ushered me inside and I immediately started to count the bodies, but two men facing me were completely naked and as hard as the. Jokingly, she pulled her nipples through the little holes out of the shirt … what fun is an unsullied whore? She put on makeup; blood red lips and dark midnight eyes made her face look like a mask of wantonness. She appraised herself in the mirror…. when he had bought her this “costume”, she had blushed and thought she would look awful, a gross caricature of femininity. Looking at herself now, she realized how far she’d come in so short a time …she liked looking so sexy and trashy. She liked.