"No I mean having sex with him first. Here. In a graveyard. That's pretty odd, don't you think?"Faith shrugged as she buckled her belt; "Well everythi...ng is odd the first time you do it. I mean the first time I took a cock up my ass. It felt odd. Actually, it hurt like hell. Man, did I beat the shit out of that guy. What was his name? Tommy? No. Bobby? No. Danny!" Faith exclaimed. "It was Danny! I thought he was trying to kill me and man did I give him a pounding." That's not what I mean Faith,". One of their very important jobs was to protect me. Whenever we’d go anywhere, one of them would sit and watch the outside while the other four came in with me. They rotated the outside job, and they always argued as to whose turn it was. When people would talk to me, they would say, ?Your Papi does look out for you, doesn’t he??I worked for my father.What I did was kinda weird. When Papi wanted something from someone, I got to put on my nicest clothes, and he sent me out to talk to them. The. I knew what people used at least some of these “things” for!Like a good host Roger walked me by each and explained them “in the second person”. He would say “The Cross is for people who might like to be spread for varying purposes….The slings are almost always used as fucking devices…. The bench’s here have use for discipline and also sexual purposes.”I was aghast but breathless. I knew down deep in my heart that things were changing. To my surprise I was more than curious. There was an unusual. . she met with a guy she knew from before at a bar after some drinks they had gone to the parking lot where she gave him a blowjob. They then left and he followed her to our house where he spent the night with her in our bed. She even mentioned that they had sex 7 times that night, and she had given him a second blowjob also. The next letter was dated over two weeks after the others, she apologized for not writing, saying she wanted to but was not sure if she should, then decided to just do it..