As she danced, her hands gliding up and down her lithe form, Renee' could picture her own hands doing the same.She hadn't even realized until her husb...nd mentioned it, that her own hand had unconsciously slipped between her legs."Exciting isn't she?" he'd said, grinning, then looking down as Renee' openly felt her wetness, surprised at her own boldness even though the likelihood of anyone having seen her do that was remote."God yes... she is!" So? Do you?" He left the actual question. I have turned out the lights, and I lie alone, naked on the bed, feeling my pulse in my erection, almost like a metronome, swaying to a steady, unceasing rhythm. I lie down, and for the first time, I touch myself, holding my hardness in both hands, and in the darkness, I feel her hands reaching down and holding me, gently at first but then more firmly, running her hands up and down its length, as if memorizing it. It is both soft and velvet to her touch, but hard and unyielding, the continued. "What happened here?" While she was trying to rape me, she tripped or lost her balance and fell. She hit her head on the floor and her ribs and chest on the corner of the bench. She was unconscious for several minutes, and is coughing up blood. I was just about to check her ribs when you walked in." What do you mean by that nonsense about her trying to rape you?" She talked dirty to me, using sexual language. Then she demanded that I get naked for her. When I refused, she ripped my panties off. Under the bed was an old-fashioned piss-pot, I suppose they wanted me to use that. Then I noticed that I was wearing an old-fashioned nightgown. Hell these women had left me without any dignity at all. I was in a situation worse than it had been in prison.It took three days before I could walk around without feeling every step was a torture. Twice a day one of them brought me in a meal, which would have fed three men and a large cup of tea three times a day. They never forgot me needing to do a.