“I am afraid that I am not the woman you think I am. I find you incredibly attractive and sexy and I want you with every fiber of my being, but I ca...n’t lead you on without telling you the truth”. I looked at her with a very quizzical look on my face. “What are you talking about?” I asked her. She looked at me with those incredible green eyes and took my hand. She slid my hand down between her legs. Instead of the warm wet pussy I expected to find, I felt a lump very similar to what I felt. " People do it before they talk about it — it seems a little backwards," she agreed. She didn't seem to mind the subject, in fact, she seemed eager to continue, and I felt my cock give a little twitch."What is it exactly that you are afraid of — being raped again? Or are you afraid if you had sex it would remind you of being raped and you wouldn't enjoy it?"She thought about it for a few seconds. "No, it's more like a fear of losing control. Rape is the ultimate loss of control over your own. With a guttural growl, you attacked my neck, sucking and biting my tender flesh. A moan escaped my lips as you savagely clung to me, grabbing my ass, my back, my breasts, and dragging your fingers across my skin, teasing my pussy lips. Suddenly, you froze. You drew a deep breath, removing your rough hands from my body. I gasped in their absence, before you grabbed my hand and led me to your bedroom. "I promised you that tonight was about you. All that matters is your pleasure," you said, easing. It was set up by a man named Gregory Handel. He died about 2 months ago while you were in transit.?Before they could ask any more questions, the guard stopped them outside a sliding glass door that was tinted white so no one could see in or out. He punched a code into a box mounted on the wall, and the doors slid silently open. Ushering the girls in, the guard said, not unkindly ?I know you have more questions but I am not here to answer them. There is an orientation video you can watch at any.