It’s called nymphomania. Well, if I do have it, I wear it like a badge. So that first night, when Mason rose from the floor and welcomed us to The C...amber, telling us that we would spend the next year as sex slaves, all the fear inside me vanished. I welcomed it. I knew I would be at home in this place. My birth name is Emmanuella Maria Alves. Mason renamed me Sapphire that first night. Truth be told, I have never felt more at home than with my new name. Now I am bound for East Brunswick, New. .. leaning into the water I close my eyes and luxuriate, just allowing it to stream over my body before I reach for the soap finally.I slowly wash across my stomach and around each breast. I squeeze the soapy cloth and watch lazy bubbles trickle down between my breasts... My thoughts are only of how it would feel to have your fingers there instead of the bubbles and I am caught unaware as you step into the shower behind me.Your hands slipped easily up, cupping my breasts, pulling me close to. "I don't know if I'll go to hell for this," he said under his breath. "But hey it'll sure liven up the nightshift." He sat the box down on a table that rested near him, opened it. And there inside, was a burgundy school-sweater, a golden yellow mini-skirt, and bright yellow panties. He compared the size of the girl here and his lovely young daughter. They were approximately the same size. "Okay Miss Olsen," he said looking at the lovely lifeless girl. "Your gonna be the first dead starlet to. Warning: If you're easily offended by women peeing then don't read any further.The other day I was at the mall and ran into one of my neighbors. She's a little bit too skinny but tall and beautiful redhead (my fav!) and was with her two small c***dren. I don't really know her too well but said hi anyway. She smiled back and we exchange the normal pleasantries. I said her k**s looked healthy and happy. She said since her husband doesn't get home until late evenings and can't watch the k**s, she.