Secondly, she had heard about their sizes and was worried it may be too much for her. I eased her fears. Told her my sister-fucker friend had done a l...ot of research to ensure these guys were clean. As for their size I told her “Listen honey, I love you and I want you to be happy. I want to give you all the pleasures of the world. You don’t have to be scared about their size. You are ready. And I will be there with you to keep you safe.” Finally she was convinced. Now I needed to prepare for the. My blue jeans were filthy and even I could smell them. I’d washed them during our hot week but they had suffered after that time. For some reason I’d kept my wallet and my keys in my jeans – part of my OCD I suppose – and once showered and signed off with some medical advice I begged a lift to the nearest Asda Wallmart and bought myself a new outfit. The checkout girl did look at me a bit old fashioned, and checked my debit card with care. Seeing how suspicious I looked in one of their mirrors. "Wake up! Rise and shine!" The RSM's penetrating voice pierced the women's uneasy dreams. They blearily opened their eyes. "Don't just lay there! Report! Up and to the spot outside your cells."Remembering their stinging backsides which weren't entirely back to normal, they rolled out of the narrow cots and staggered to the yellow spots in front of their cells. At least there, they could stand with their legs together instead of lewdly spread."Parade rest, trainees!"Oh. They reluctantly spread. I fumbled with itanyway, desperately, but to no avail. Again tears threatened me. Thistime I couldn't hold them off. Once I started, I couldn't stop. I'd never felt anything like that in my life. I was terrified andhelpless. She was outsmarting me at every turn. I was horrified - she waswinning! She WAS going to be able to make me do whatever she demanded, nomatter how sick or twisted. I was never going to be able to resist her. Iwas still crying when she came back fifteen minutes.