It wasn’t what she had pictured growing up a young girl in the big city. She had dreamed of 200 thousand dollar homes, with gardens and cooks. Being...the social hit of the town, opera, the theater, the big city life. But she had fallen for him the first time they met. There was something that drew her to him, and slowly the pieces all began to fit. Instead of the new home in the new development she was tending to a 100 year old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. But she loved the charm of the. And steady, invading my innards, spreading partial pain, the slow rising tension, the release in a eruption of of pleasure. Yeah, I thought, I like dick. I rose and went to the bathroom to shower, let the water flow over my as I worked the soap into a lather that coated my skin, opened my pores and gave a feeling of pre-pleasure. A feeling that began to focus my thoughts on the possibilities of the day. I guess I knew what I wanted, so I knew where I would go to seek that which would reward me. "Glad to make you of service."Then returning to be more serious, she continued, "Please be gentle with Sam and go real slow. I know how tight she is and I was actually the one who took her cherry as we played 'hair brush handles' with each other a couple of months ago."I thought I had almost killed her when she cried out and bled. My dad had broken my cherry, finger fucking me, way long ago."Then Judy thoughtfully said, "I think I was maybe five or six at the time."Anyway, I don't remember much. Then they took me into a basement or some kind of underground room I think. They tore my clothes off. My wrists were strapped to, I think they were chains hanging from the ceiling and my ankles were tied to some kind of straps on the floor. Then they made me drink water until I just couldn't drink any more. That's when they told me I had to pee for them. I couldn't at first, so they made me drink more water and after a while I..." Let's see for ourselves, shall we?" he interrupted, picking up.