" I have never seen men discuss their anatomy in such an obvious comparative way. Women will touch other women in very intimate ways without feeling a...kward. "Feel my legs, this new razor is great." Have you ever imagined a man having his friend touch his face with the back of His hand to feel how smooth his shave is? Makes me giggle to think of, even the gayest of gay men don't do that.Women are dichotomies in everything we do. We change our minds, we are fickle, we are two faced, duplicitous,. An hour later a man was shown into my room he was muscular and probablyin his late thirties. Left alone he asked me to strip to my under wearand lay face down on the bed. I did as I was told he came behind me andgripped my wrists. He quickly tied my wrists together, he was using thebrown scratchy rope that I hated not the softer white type that was a bitmore comfortable. He followed this up ankle to the bed posts. I couldhear him strip and climb onto the bed I could feel some loose rope on. .. oh my, yew are a pretty one ... Yer goin' to be my cunt now, and I'm goin' to fuck yew up until yew forget yore 'yuman!" Were the awful words to which I awoke.Powerful hands were stripping me, efficiently removing my rough prison dress, my bra, my wee-sodden knickers. It was midsummer; it always seemed to be summer when my life went crazy. The cell was like an oven, and I dumbly, dazedly thought for a second that it felt good to be naked. But the woman who owned this space was crowding me,. She led him upstairs as well. Again he was only gone only a short while too. He came back with a bigger smile on his face than Alfred had. This was his first time as well. We all shook hands and slapped each other on the back. I knew I was next. When it came to my turn I wanted a very specific type. She had to be a mature woman with a little meat on her. I liked a woman I could hold on to and not worry about hitting myself with a bone or something. She didn’t have to have big breasts but I did.