"From what I've seen it doesn't appear that he really has a choice aboutcomplaining, does he? It seems to me that he or she gets some sort ofperverse ...leasure out of living each of the roles for no moresatisfaction than pleasing you. Do you really believe that you are anydifferent than he was? Aren't you playing God or as near as you can getjust to satisfy your bruised ego? And what about the physical changes?Those didn't just happen based upon a few post hypnotic suggestions. Howare you every. We call ourselves the silver surfers. And this is one of our stories. Charles B., New YorkThere are some very crude men in our society, men who treat what we do as some sort of contest.It is not. We are performing a service, if you like. I myself prefer to think of it as an homage to greatness.As such, one must observe the proper protocols and ensure that one is quite prepared. Some members of our group seem to think it a sport and try to "bag" the most prominent women -- and then boast about. He saw me and came forward.“You, girl, who are you?”“Sarafina, from the house of Lot.”He walked around me, and when he was back in front, he tilted his head. “You are a beauty, but I don’t remember the name Lot.”“We come from far away, but have family in Sodom.”A younger man handed the older his clothes which he put on.“So, Sarafina, did you enjoy what you saw?”I looked at the men who had been fucked. Some of them limped away others had begun to wash their asses with cold water.“It was. He uncovered my eyes and again kissed me with aggression. This time, I was ready and bit his lower lip. My hands moved on his chest as I was feeling desperate down in my pussy. He called up home and announced that he would be staying over at his friends’.The path was clear and we were ready for some bed games. He quickly went down and bought some condoms from the shop in the lobby in the meantime and I took a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought and this is the last time, I’m.