Then there was a counter and he paid 1000 and another 600 and the man on the counter handed him a condom and we went to a room. the place was very dir...y with lots of drunk dirty men smoking and the whole area smelled of piss. the man took me into the room and asked me to get naked so i half removed my jeans and lifted up my t shirt. he started to roughly grope my tits and licked them and then put on the condom and started fucking me. he was not a big man so i didnt cum but i started feeling a. “You’ll see,” she said, “you’ll see.” The next afternoon I stopped by Phyllis’ to drop off a book I had borrowed. When she answered the door, she had one of those big, shit-eating grins on her face. “I’ve got a surprise for you” she said. Taking my hand, she led me to the bedroom and instructed me to take off my clothes, lie down on the bed, and close my eyes. Intrigued, I complied. “Now,” she said, “I’m going to go slip into something more appropriate. You keep those eyes closed.” With that,. Think of the pain. Think of the "what ifs" if I'd... If I'd what? There I go again. Thinking about that overbearing excuse of a man and what it'd be like to continue allowing him to do... Do what? Make me feel like a slut? To make me shed my prudish mien? To force me to see myself as something sexual? Something other than a baby-making, frumpy old housewife?Panic crept in as I neared the store. Flipping on the directional, I swerved my car into a severe U-turn. Cars around me honked. Wheels. It was unlike any other fashion on Convey and my wives had decided on a black and a green coat of arms with a wolf’s head to distinguish our outer garments. They had convinced me that such markings would become iconic symbols of our clan and useful in crowded markets or even battlefield situations.We decided to make a martial entrance to the city rather than wrap ourselves in hooded cloaks ­– as if we had any chance of blending in. Before we left the interstellar spaceship we had loaded up with.