"Sorry." Just call the captain when you are ready; tell him where and when, and he will send the next one on his schedule. Never choose one by name, u...nderstand? They are, theoretically all the same."The girl nodded and licked her lips. She had been allowed to observe the last swearing in of new members of the Queens' Own Lancers, as the palace guard was properly known. The novices had appeared before her mother naked, gleaming with oil, their phalluses fully engorged but not aroused, looking. My dick would be in her pussy before I could rebuttal her argument. To the untrained observer, there may be nothing wrong with it. I’ll get a lot of flak for this. I believe a man cannot be raped by a hot woman. If he feels so, he shall be smacked on the head until he comes back to his senses. Obviously, if the man is gay that’s a reasonable exception. I definitely didn’t see anything wrong. Yet, my therapist was seeing a pattern for something more subtle. Her sense of the line between herself. I told him that he had the wrong man but he refused to believe me.Instead, he told me what he was planning to do, and he laughed as he spoke.I didn't know what was going on throughout much of his terror. It was senseless. I didn't know what he was doing to my friends, who was fucking who: whether it was my grandfather screwing with my sister; whether they'd shoved a gun barrel up her ass, or whether they were slicing chunks from her breasts.But I heard the screams of the damned, and I. At the end of the meal we went outside and they talked privately for a minute, then invited me to follow them to their place. Their home was a large brick house in a nice subdivision. We went inside, and drinks were poured. After a few minutes of conversation she suggested we retire to the hot tub. She showed me where I could leave my clothes. They undressed in their bedroom, and we all met nude in their indoor tub.The wife led the way, reaching out to touch my arm, then sliding her hand down.