But deep down I knew a real man can't go for very longwithout imposing his sexuality on his woman. The time came when, at theend of the month, one nig...ht he slid his hand down to my crotch and startedcaressing my sex gently. A surge of arousal swept through my body likeelectricity! In a few seconds I felt as if I was ready to explode. Mywhole body was throbbing in lust and sexual energy. But before I couldcum, Mustapha stopped, withdrew his hand and said: Ophelia, I don't thinkit is appropriate. I patted it on the head, spoke kindly nonsense to it and stroked its well worn spine. I softly explained what I was doing as I loaded the thread, filled the bobbin and threaded the machine, hoping this would keep it from being confused and doing something awful to my sewing. It seemed to work, pieces of cloth began to assemble into something resembling a blouse. I was amazed, I uttered not one unfeminine word during the entire process, the blouse was finished and all that remained was to sew on. It's not right."Betty couldn't listen to any more without voicing her opinion. "There's no wrong way to have sex dearie. I mean, as long as everybody wants what they're getting."For a moment Stacy almost resented the other woman's intrusion but shook herself free of that thought. "Yeah fine, I understand that. Whatever floats your boat and all that. And I agree. But... I don't know. I almost didn't feel like myself." She still lay flat on her husband, not looking at the other woman.Betty had. A few days later, and I had parked at the address I'd been sent, a motel not far from the truckstop. I had changed into my slut clothes, and read the text again to make sure I was where I needed to be. Nervously, I glanced around to see if anyone was near as I made my way from the car to the room, knocking on the door right on time at 10am. The door opened, and I quickly slipped inside. "Good girl, here on time and ready to go." Daddy leered at me as he set up a camera near the bed, and I.