As I sitdeep in thought at pulling into me all I can, the room's energy changes.I open my eyes to see, why this has happened. When I do, I see Twain a...da dozen guards enter the room.Twain Sees me sitting, with Becky attending to me and walks over to usboth. I can see from his walk he is none too excited to be here.Standing next to him is that older black guard with the bald head, I sawnear months ago when I first got here. This is a man who I respect, heknows his job!"So you want to see me. It was three days before she stopped screaming, I'd thrown a sheet over her, more to preserve her last shreds of modesty than anything else, I cleaned her up on the second day and she spat at me, she actually hawked it up and spat!On the third day she was sweating and calling me a pervert, the stench was awful, I wore a handkerchief over my nose and mouth while I cleaned her up, I'm not going to go into details, but it really was awful.On the fourth day she allowed me to spoon feed her some. .er..nothing, darling" she muttered."Are you sure?" I replied."I think one of our friends has got into our room and, er... left a little gift" she continued, her brain working overtime, thinking what to say, wondering whether I had found out about her indiscretion."So they have." I laughed, "I wonder what it means?" Erm...I don't know" she stumbled.She looked really nervous so I held her hands and looked into her eyes."OK darling, it's "clean slate" time. I want to go into this marriage knowing. I had never felt like this before in my entire life. I felt so smooth and wonderful. I came like never before. The cum hit the walls and splattered against the tub and tile. I figured I'd better shave my scrotum and get out before I got another boner. The next few mornings, and days went along just fine. The hair on my body kept growing so I made a career choice and bought some of that wipe of cream that stops hair growth at the root. That stopped the hair completely and allowed me to do other.