"And I would not be so casual about matters, either the situation or where you sit now, Lord Duric!"Duric was much the contrast to his older cohort. O...cupying opposite extremes in age was the least of their differences. Uras had not ceased his pacing or brooding since he had arrived, whereas Duric had made himself quite comfortable and relaxed. He sat with his chair turned partially outward, one leg crossed over the other."I understand you pointing out the situation, Lord Uras, but this place. The new "woman" will be expected to perform all of the tasks normally assigned to females on the outside. If "she" is attractive and can pass as a real woman she will be viewed as a prize and inmates will fight to decide who will own her. "Women" like this are almost exclusively owned by prison pimps, and will be prostituted by "her" pimp. "She" will wear eyeshadow and lipstick, short-shorts so brief that the cheeks of "her" buttocks are displayed, halter tops, and "her' hair will be long and. " Oh, shit, I thought, she's going to tell me that we fuck no more. It's off."I love my daughter very much, as you know. She's now at the age when she can physically and mentally handle sex, I've made sure of that. We've talked a lot and I've shown her as much on the internet as possible. But, someday she's got to have the real thing."But, see, I didn't always choose my first few lovers very well and I want better for her. I want her first lover to be kind and gentle and caring. Someone who. It was then that Becky realized she was having her picture taken. She shyly covered up, crying a little more. “Stop! Stop! What are you doing?” Becky protested, angry, but the fire in her eyes was … much less then before. She’d been used all night and had found that she had seen more, felt more this entire night than in her entire life. I replied cruelly. “Insurance, I assure you. If you tell anyone about what happened, we will give these photos to everybody.” I warned. She would keep her mouth.