She looked at me as gave me a sad face. Her view was gone. I asked “How is it feeling now Julie?”She smiled “A lot better but not the stuff you ...prayed on, that really hurt.”Her dad turned around “What hurt?”I explained “I put your aftershave over the area, just a few sprays to disinfect the area. It stung like when we shave and cut ourselves sir.”Her dad replied “O, yes, good thinking. Yes it does sting. Thank you Johnny for helping my baby daughter in need.”“Any time, any time, I just. I was surprised when I saw the room the bed was covered with rose petals made to look like a suhagrat bed and this was the first time were going to fuck each other.We both went in the shower as we were completely wet. I pulled her close to me and started kissing her neck slow and then moved on to her shoulders and back to the neck in-between biting on the neck and shoulders making her squeal for more. She started coming closer to me there was no gap between us. I then started removing her. I didn't worry too much about it – two years sitting around getting three square meals a day doing nothing didn't seem like such a bad deal.Until I got there and they explained what was expected of me.I told them, I'm not a whore, they couldn't make me do that.They ignored me.Two days later, two warders, one of each, came into my cell, stripped me, and gave me an enema. They cleaned me up after that and put me in a thin robe and dragged me to a clinic where a doctor checked me out, gave me an. " Try it with a fifteen-year-old boy with the body of a grown man, the common sense of a soap dish and the morals of a weasel," Grace snorted dryly. "I hope I can assume at least yours didn't like to use you as a punching bag. Mine did, at least until Bradley — ah, Mr. Miller — explained the facts of life to him." That I would like to have seen," Patricia said with raised eyebrows."I know I sure did," Grace laughed. Grace Duve was a tall woman; you could see that even while she was sitting. She.