I suppose it was the only locked room they had. She still had on just her shift and some short boots, and she looked frightened or unhappy or both."Wh...t's going on?" I asked, and she cowered away from me."Le'me alone, y'rebel," she said crossly."See if you can get us some water," I said. "Please."She knocked on the door, a portal slid open and she made her request. It was answered with a laugh."Why are they holding you?" I asked. "Don't you work for them?"She just shook her head."Have they hurt. I had been in some minor teenage trouble, nothing big. Anyhow, it was either go back into foster care or find a relative that could take care of me. My uncle lived alone and everyone thought that it would be a good place for me. I didnt really know him that well. We would see each other about once or twice a year at family functions but that was about it. When I first got there Uncle and me sat and talked for a long while. He explained that he was young once and that he knew that I would want. I was just about going to tell her that was a bad idea when she rose and walked slowly down the aisle allowing her hips to undulate and show off the tightness of her skirt, obviously expecting me to follow. She stopped at a row that had people already seated. I followed a few steps behind but was not quick enough to stop her from choosing this row to sit. Two men blocked her path. She smiled, excused herself and squeezed past them allowing her bum to rub against their legs. I followed. A few. I had to have a shower. There was no way it could go home reeking of her female juices to my wife. I wanted her to join me, but she looked afraid. "Is it because you are afraid that your make-up will wash off and I won't want to be you special friend anymore?" I asked? She nodded. "Don't worry; the person behind that make-up is so beautiful, that I will want you even more, I promise."We stepped into the shower together. Of course one thing lead to another and we stared lathering each other. I.