It’s Rayner who can help. Go talk with that woman with the little children. She is the representative of the refugees that came with you. During her...stay here she did not seem like a woman to condone whoring. Have her talk with the female refugees prostituting themselves. I am sure that prudish woman can convince them not to sully their loins for money.”“You mean Tessa,” Rayner said.“Yes, her.”“I was going to visit her today anyway.”“Again?” Axel said.“Yes, again. It would help if the refugees. In six months I was probably raped a hundred times. Trust me there is no such thing as laying back and enjoying it. Rough sex is one thing, real rape is quite another. Real rape is never about sex, it is about power. Who has the power and who doesn't.I remembered it all and I had dreams about it all. The doctor wanted me to see a therapist. We both recognized that I suffered from PTSD. We just differed on how to treat it. I took the antidepressants, but not the therapy. I wasn't ready to talk. He had forgotten I was a vegetarian and cooked me a great meal that was waiting for us in the oven. He called in a pizza instead as he realized and cursed himself for forgetting. After we had eaten we sat down and talked. He served me tea and we listened to music in his couch. As time slipped away I tried to think about a way to turn it into what we both was waiting for. I leaned in to kiss him. He welcomed my kiss, pulled me close and held me tight. He told me to relax, when he did I. Karla had seen this the day before and was intrigued at catching glimpses of the new guys. Vicky watched on in surprised terror though. She sat staring at the outlines of the large bulges that filled each and every man's underwear. 'They're not real' she thought to herself. 'It's the lighting or the material that's making them look that big'. Her thinking was soon reevaluated as she watched them all start removing their underwear revealing the biggest and darkest cocks that Vicky had ever seen.