"This is horse?s hair, bitch. It's time that itch was scratched.?My eyes bulged. I started again struggling but it was useless. I felt myself dripping... down my legs. She brought out her strap on. It was huge. I looked at it in horror. It would spilt me in two. She rolled the horse hair sheaf on and looked into my eyes. I looked back, fearful of what was about to come.I felt it sliding in, the hair scratching my itchiness as it forced me open. I almost blanked out. The feeling was absolutely. ..” Talia starts, trailing off with her hands in her lap as Bruce stood at the head of both couches, across from the fireplace, the flames illuminating the front of his dark suit, “We’re worried you’re not going to make it through. Both of us. And, well, both of us wanted to do something for you. To say thanks, for everything.”Her speech was reserved, spoken at a higher pitch than her normal, like she was about to break into tears. Bruce replies calm as he had ever been.“I don’t know if I’m. Martin, Gloria and I were all drinking some red wine. Mrs. Martin was the only one not naked. They were talking about their first time. Mrs. Martin had been a virgin the night she married Mr. Martin. She said she had been an old fashioned girl, but that she had gotten over that. Both of them laughed loudly. Gloria's first time was with an older man when she was barely out of high school. I told them about my first time just over a week ago. While Mrs. Martin had told Gloria about it, I. We had exchanged a multitude of sexually explicit pictures and videos that captured certain talents we each possessed. As the date neared, we started talking by phone. The couple was very particular about my appearance if/when we met. I had to be clean inside and out and every body hair must be removed. I also had to understand that once agreed to their demands there was no turning back. I flew into town on a Saturday afternoon. That evening I was taking a cab to another hotel downtown. I had.