Mark asked, "Do you want to call home and tell them you'll be lateso your Dad doesn't call the police?"Hmmmph. I thought. I knew those two were too bu...sy to answer thephone. But I took Mark's advice and left a message.Then we went upstairs, hand in hand. I was very nervous. Shaking,even. But Mark was so sweet and strong. I put myself in his hands.Unlike my room when I was a boy, Mark's room looked as if a humanbeing lived there. The bed was made and the sheets were clean. Theywouldn't be for. You know that you are a naughty, naughty girl, and you deserve the punishment that you are going to get.I sit up and flip you over, so that you are face up, your hands tied uncomfortably behind you. I sit on your thighs and dip my finger into your pussy."My, you do have a juicy, juicy cunt, don't you?"You look at me in fear, not responding. A quick slap across your face fixes that."Yes, Sir," you whisper."Yes, Sir, what?" I ask."Yes, Sir, I have a dirty, juicy cunt."I hadn't mentioned dirty. I. It started when I turned 18, and I still do it today. Nobody knows. My first rape was with a woman named Kelly. It happened 5 years ago. She was a mother of two daughters; Aged 8 and 6. It was Friday night when I was ready to begin. Her husband named Jason was at an all boys party' at his friends house so I felt this was the perfect time to complete my task which I long awaited doing. I waiting until exactly 12:00am. I crouched outside Kelly's home, watched as Kelly went into both her daughters. "*****And it WAS good to get back to work - after another week convalescing athome. Everyone there greeted me warmly and I got lots of hugs, andquestions about how I was feeling, how did the surgery go, etc. etc. Itried my best to give decent answers without divulging too much. And Ithanked everyone for the flowers.I think my attitude toward my job and my approach to my customersactually improved. Chelsea, who was keeping close tabs on me in the daysafter I returned, seemed to think so. And the.