She'd stare outside the big window down to the fast city and just gaze for a long time until she was brought back to reality.This poor small town girl...really missed her home. Now she was here in a big city with impious men that lurked for young ingenuous girls. I could watch her for hours as I pretended to be cleaning the empty office that was in front of hers.One fateful day I was passing by her office and I heard her very faintly. "Pssst!" she called out to me.My heart stopped in astonishment. I think I had hurt her feelings by not keeping my promise. In my mind though, it had been the right thing to do. She was physically hurting, and the logical part of my brain had told me, that her squirming around in orgasm, would have only made things hurt worse.Once Amy started talking, I made sure that I was already getting in the shower. I did not want to have my suspicions confirmed. Giving in and letting her be as the other slaves in the house, as in naked, was all of the concession I was. Gray.Suddenly I felt a hand on my 'shoulder'. I turned around to find Michael standing behind me with a grin on his face."Hi," he said."Hi," was the only thing I could think of."So how does it feel to be dead?" Michael asked."Dead?" I said with a shiver."Yeah. Don't worry. You're not really dead. You could say you're just visiting." Is this heaven?" I said looking at the nothingness around us."Nope. I'm not really sure what this place is, but it's kinda neat. Here, have a seat."A pair of gray. My cock had responded as any young man’s would to the sight of a naked woman regardless of age or physical shape. My heart pounded in my chest and I had a lump in my throat, “was this fear or arousal?” I asked myself. My cock was hard and I had to adjust it but beyond that I didn’t dare do anything. This was certainly a surprise as the voice said “I might not be available,” so I thought that meant no one would be in the house. I turned around and discovered that I had opened the wrong door. It.