Placing his chin on top of the fingers he sighed. “Anna, Anna, you have no idea, do you?”She frowned. “About what?”“What you are and how you...make men feel?”“What’s that suppose to mean? I have done nothing.”“Nothing? Just look at you, how you dress, how you flaunt your body for everyone to see.”“I dress like everyone else.”Sven tilted his head a little. “Are you sure about that? Today in church your friend Jenny and the other girls had long skirts on, but you, you wore skin-tight shorts and. Each arm had two straps, one at the wrist and one at the armpit, so she was held in an upright position whether or not she fainted. Her ankles were strapped to two uprights so that her legs were held apart. That way, she could not twist her body or close her legs to protect her pussy. And that was the source of her agony.A man was swinging a wide leather strap between her legs, trying to hit her pussy with every blow. Even though he didn't hit the girl's pussy square every time, he did catch. I got asked whether I wanted this job or whether I just wanted a piece of ass and notches on my bed posts.“The two of them asked whether I was up for changing who I was and how I thought about women. I told them my background and how I wanted to change, but that I didn’t know whether I could. They broke me down further until I promised I’d change. I pleaded with them for help to change.“Then they beat me up verbally about the subject of love, believe it or not. They wanted my definition and. She turned on the water and washed her face. After a few moments, she reapplied her lipstick and ran a brush through her hair and walked back to the kitchen. Sarah seated herself at the kitchen table and watched as the woman made coffee and placed some cookies on a plate in front of her. "The children are at their grandparents this afternoon and night, and Phil is out of town on business, so we have a lot of time to talk if you would like." Sarah sat there just watching the woman's.