Chapters that contain anything that goes towards non-consensual content will be clearly marked. No content in this story should be taken as and endors...ment of rape or assault in real life.)(Story Update: I'm eliminating the "Suspicion" stat. I don't really like it, have no good idea for implementing it, and just find it superfluous. I haven't once call for it in a choice or used it to modify the text, so it's going in the bin)Friday, June 28th. 113 days until the Big Day.Beth Wilson lay in bed,. While at first she felt freed by not havinga vagina, monthly periods or a sex life, now that Chrissy is a littleolder and a lot wiser she begins to feel her asexual workaholic life isas empty as the flat patch of skin in her groin. Even though her sexdrive left long ago along with the associated parts, Chrissy still feelsa need to be close to another person on a level beyond just the cheapsex-centered relationships she was used to in her youth. So when shefinally meets a great guy at work who. Once Katie left the room I turned to Jonathan and said, "Katie and I have an 'understanding.'"Jonathan looked at me with in confusion and asked the obvious questions, "an understanding?" Yes," I answered. "She can do what she wants with whomever she wants and if I'm lucky she might let me watch." And you're OK with that?" Jonathan was taken a little back by this."Best thing to ever happen to me," I said. "She'll probably come to your room later for some innocent reason. To see if you need. I answered and sent him photos of me--sexy photos to attract him and he seemed nice and paid for me to come two years ago.” “That took courage to come here from Russia like that,” I said, liking her accent and impressed with how well she spoke English. “Many women do it now. It’s not the best way to get out of Russia but I took a chance. His emails were nice. He told me he was rich and would give me a good life. He sounded kind so I came, but I found that he wanted a slave not a wife.” “So.