I had watched through the keyhole a few times as she got ready for bed. But I don’t count that. I had never had the opportunity to touch a girl’s ...ody in that way…and as far as below the waist was concerned, I had only seen that in pictures.Holly on the other hand was a little ahead of me. She had worked for a hospital as a Nurse Aide since getting out of high school. Part of her job of caring for patients involved giving “sponge baths” to patients who could not bathe themselves. She had at. I was sending all of my efforts back to the home office. They could see what I was doing every day as I uploaded the day's files each night. I tracked down a couple of photos taken in the late 30's, but they were grainy.I was directed by my firm to take time off on the weekends to see sights and enjoy myself. I availed myself of this, but always seemed to end up looking at some castle or monastery somewhere. Jim was my guide in this and knew a lot about the history or knew where to find more. She hopped in that direction, concentrating on the task at hand rather than the two vibrators still buzzing away within her."Did you enjoy that, slave?" the metallically twisted voice of her stepbrother asked.Stephanie flushed red with embarrassment as she nodded yes. I just murdered her to admit that the pleasures she had just had were the most intense of her young life. Everything she had been told said that rape was a horrible, painful thing that tore at one's soul. However, Steph enjoyed. It never feels GREAT though . . .You won’t allow it. This is all about YOU, and my pleasure (if it occurs) is completely by accident. Face down, ass up, I drift away to another place but I can’t avoid the slapping sound of your body slamming into mine or the feeling of your swollen balls meeting mine with every push. And then . . . . . . the pay off. Lying there . . . gagged, handcuffed . . . feminized and emasculated . . . willingly taking another man’s cock into my body, allowing him to use.