I wonder if I will be like that eventually. I wonder if I will no longer remember when I was a beautiful girl. Sometimes I think it would almost be ...better not to remember. It is torture to think that I used to be a beautiful girl. It is torture to think that I was going to be married. It is torture to think that once my daddy loved me. Now they have taken away everything, including my name.Sometimes I pass the doorless rooms where the beautiful girls live and I see one of them lying. "He saw the disappointment on my face and stood up from his bed. He walked up to me and held me in his arms."There is nothing to worry about. You will be fine," Ty whispered into my ear. I felt his manhood press against my thigh. I had hope of at least getting a kiss out of the encounter."Ty, I don't know anything about sex or foreplay. I don't masturbate, I have never given or received head. I am still a virgin," I admitted shamefully.Ty loosened his grip, found my lips and kissed them. His. He reached downwards and gave it a light tug. "I'm sure you at least know how to jack off…Right?"I had to show him. "Nice. You might be bigger than I am." Suddenly he stopped and covered himself again. "Show's over, I think." But his erection disagreed. He looked at me and looked back at his groin. I slid my hand under his towel and searched for his length. It wasn't too hard to find. I wanted to be closer.I moved right next to him, but he stopped me and pushed my hand down to the floor. "From. I wanted my first guy to be older and taller than I, experienced, a dedicated Top man, and hung as well as possible. The dildos I had played around with had gotten progressively larger, so I knew he had to be at least eight inches long and two inches thick, or I would probably be disappointed. I bought a Swinger's magazine at an adult bookstore. It had several telephone Personal services in the back for gays and bisexuals. I picked one at random, and started calling. There were several good.