I've decided to write down what has happened to, well keep my self centered. For months after the car cash I was a wreck (no pun intended) trying to c...me to grips with what had been done to me. Sister Kenny Institute at Abbot-Northwestern did their best but it was Sifu Chang who showed me the path to accepting what had happened to me.I started at a very young age to work in design, my mom said I was taking things apart and more importantly putting them back together from around age three. I. You wouldn't think that little bitty patch of hair down there would make that much difference! Especially mine, which was - had been - kind of thin, so if you looked hard you could pretty much see - well, something, anyway, through the haze.Now, of course, you could see everything. I was feeling as bashful on this, the third day of my exposure, as I had the first morning. I was naked as a baby down there now!Also, 'cause I was running late - well, ok, I did a touch up shave to remove stubble -. I let my water flow into the toilet as I heard the shower start. He pushed my legs apart when I finished then wiped me, front to back, as all girls are taught but guys never think about. I was never into toilet fetishes. They are discussing!! I was hoping this guy wasn't into them. I realized I hadn't established any rules in this BDSM game.He guided me into the shower and began to wash my body. It was strange to have someone's hands on your body, helpless as he washed you, know these hands are. "Mmm, I can't wait to see what you have underneath that tent, handsome," I breathily said as I started to slowly undo his belt buckle. He still didn't seem sure what to expect, but didn't stop me. "I have never done anything like this before," his shaky voice said. A young voice and pleasant, and I guessed even more so when the young man spoke when not nervous. "That's okay, hon; I have," I crooned as I slipped his pants down below his crotch and firm young ass. "And you aren't the first.