I suppose we may had still been in a semi shocked state of mind when we talked before. The mutual friend 'interrogated' me about the 'incident'. She w...s under the impression that our young friend was being dramatic and telling a tale. I confirmed that the 'incident' did actually occur. We laughed and she and I chatted about what did, what could have and possibly what should have happened...Several weeks later, the young lass and I engaged in a more in depth conversation of the 'incident'. Much. The man slid his hand inside her pants and moved his hand between her ass cheeks and to her horror, began to rub her shaven pussy, gently. Without warning, he slipped one finger inside it, causing the girl to sob loudly. He slid his hand out of her pants and allowed her to stand straight up and looked at her father. “She’ll do just fine,” he said to me, “Put her in these.” He reached behind him, and pulled a set of police issue handcuffs from the back of his jeans and handed them to. "Mark, all will be made clear to you in a moment. Take your pants and shorts completely off and lay across the examination table there. I'm going to get the ointment I promised you."Dr. Judy left the room and I complied with her request. As I lay across the table, my thoughts were all over the map. However, `How could this be happening to me?' seemed to be the most predominant thought I was having. Moments later the door opened and my anticipation of just Dr. Judy returning was shattered. Don't you want to have me?" she asked, looking back at him."Why are you on your knees?" This is the way I've always done it. This is how I was taught. The shopkeeper said that because I was a whore, I didn't need to see what was happening – and no man wanted to look and see himself with a dirty whore so I was to face away from them," she said."Turn around and sit, Selassie," he said, patting the bed. She turned around, worried she may have somehow upset him."Selassie, you are no longer a whore..