“Are you o. k.,” I asked? “Yes, my back hurts though.”“Karen, don’t take this the wrong way, but I will be glad to massage your back if y...u wish.”She smiled and said “Dr. Giordano, that would be great.” Then I told her to call me Dick as long as we were not in the classroom. “O.k., Dick” she said.I sat down on the floor in front of Karen and began to massage her back. I moved my hands up and down from her hips to midway up her back and she told me that felt so good. Then she asked if I. At the end she was asked to make a list of suitable jobs for a slut like her. Giggling and feeling stupid, Laura wrote a list that included "whore", "urinal", "punching bag" and "maybe, like, people would pay to hurt my fuckbags".She was trained out of consent. Heavy conditioning literally removed Laura's ability to consent to sex. All sex she experienced from that point on would be rape. She couldn't say yes to a request for sexual activity. In fact the very idea of being asked for. She used to wear brown color nighty and I can make out that she had no bra inside. Her boobs used to swing while she worked . I used to get a good glimpse of her assets while that.She had a big daughter and her son was just 3 years old. I can make out she had kept a huge gap between their children. I started talking to her on regular basis when she used to come in her balcony for putting up her clothes.I used to talk in a flirty manner as to Aunty you are looking nice today. She used to say. Next to our booth, there was a large poster and a donation box for the Tent City mural. I went around in front of the booth in time to see Amanda reach over and drop six gold dollars into the box. People counted them out as she dropped them. When I finally managed to see the front of the line, I saw a sign that said “$1.00 donated for each article of clothing sold!” I saw competitors from other teams reaching over to add to the donations.“This is a cool idea!” I said to Amanda and Wendy.“It was.