I beg his forgiveness for my sinful thoughts.Lord, why do you torture me—I ask in the lord’s prayer ‘and deliver us not into temptation, deliver...us from evil’ it says plainly. Why do I enjoy these dreams?In my little red journal I wrote a lot about sex, a lot about God, and very little about my real life. Real relationships seemed impossible.Everyone knew me as the prim and proper girl who liked learning. Even among the nerd boys, I seemed an off limits alien. At one point, I shared chemistry. The room was ready to move into.There was a light switch in the hall, right where you'd expect it to be. Even though it wasn't a long hallway, there were two light fixtures in the ceiling. So far, I hadn't seen an old fashioned light bulb anywhere in the apartment. Everything was energy efficient.The bedroom was also finished. I could see our back yard out one window, the next door neighbor's house out of the other. Once again, the light fixtures were controlled by a dimmer switch. There were. Please... I... I... Iiiiiiiaaaaaaeeeeee!" Charly screamed out as her orgasm hit her and then she fainted away.Brigit heard her daughter's scream downstairs and quickly rushed up to the master bedroom, Charlene was lying back with her legs apart and her eyes closed. Master Frank was now wearing trousers and sitting at the foot of the bed watching Charly closely."M... Master Frank is Charlene alright?" Brigit asked gently, not showing her anxiety at her daughter's state."Slave Charly is fine. “You gonna memorize it or suck it?” Jake asked.“Suck—oh, I never—I just—I just never saw one like that before, that’s all.”Jake eased closer and nudged me forward with a shoulder. “Get an eyeful, then.”I did.Jake nudged me to the foot of the bed and I pitched forward, landing on my elbows and knees. “Take all the time you need,” the bearded guy said. “Cocks are lovely things to behold.” “And just plain hold,” Jake said. “Give it a squeeze, and don’t tell us you don’t want to.”I couldn’t deny.