That’s what my degree is apparently good for. But anyway, I honestly don’t want to whine. I’m not a whiner – anymore – and when I say it, I ...do mean it. I used to be quite normal, emotion-wise – it was only three years ago that something happened, something rather nice, I think. It was… well, I got a hug – of sorts. It was during my training year. I had a placement on a planet that didn’t have a great deal of living beings there, although we were warned there were a few specimens there that had. These women talk about the fantastic orgasms they have. I know from their descriptions that I've never had one. And 'why not' is a long story." You mean dad never ..." Your father was wonderful provider, honey. But he was just a fucker, not a lover. And I was just a semen receptacle, a cum bucket."Oh, this just kept getting better. I've never heard her use the F word. Ever. And now she's slipping it out like it's part of her everyday vocabulary. "He'd get hard, stick it in my pussy." (Now the P. "Not even me?" asked the count with deep emotion. Morrel's clear eye was for the moment clouded, then it shone with unusual lustre, and a large tear rolled down his cheek."What," said the count, "do you still regret anything in the world, and yet die?" Oh, I entreat you," exclaimed Morrel in a low voice, "do not speak another word, count; do not prolong my punishment." The count fancied that he was yielding, and this belief revived the horrible doubt that had overwhelmed him at the Chateau. I came so hard and so intense I thought I blew the back of his throat off. He smiled and even though I had just come I was still horny. He took something out of his pant pocket. It was Vaseline! He turned me around and reached from behind cupped and squeezed my nipples hard and kissed my neck. Again my knees buckled. My God I thought I a whore! He asked if I'd ever had anal before. Now I was scared and horny. "no" I whimpered. He said don't worry. Suddenly I felt his finger probing my ass and I.