Yet in all the wildness of her youth, one of the few things she'd never done was have sex with a virgin. She was sure Jim would understand how much th...is meant to her. How much it would mean to her.Then, like a rocket, it hit her. She had imperceptibly gone from debating the idea to justifying it. She had crossed the line."This is crazy!" she mentally repeated to herself as she stepped out into the hall.It was a phrase she'd oftentimes reminded herself in her younger days, usually before some. The boys were real interested in her and pretty soon she ended up in one of the bedrooms very drunk. She remembered one of the boys came in and started making out with her and fondling her big boobs. I looked at them. They were great. She was very pretty at that moment. I never thought so before. And she cried a little, held my hand. As she told me the story of how she was raped, more than once, she went into great detail about it. Soon I found my hand on her breast and it didn't take long. She dropped the key three times and was starting to panic wondering if she could ever unlock it when finally she felt the key slide into the lock and she turned it a quarter of an inch and the collar sprang open.It had taken her twenty minutes to unlock it and she hoped she would get quicker with practise as that was too long!There was one more problem to overcome with her plan of masquerading as a slave, having the collar was a major boost but she still needed a barcode!All slaves were. When I came out of the shower room lunch was on the table under the covered portion of the back porch and light jazz playing on the outdoor speakers. The women had made deli style ham and cheese hoagie sandwiches with some chips and soft drinks. Small talk was made during while we ate about the upcoming work week. I helped clean up after we were done eating. I went to my office to get my laptop before returning to the back porch. I always took time on Sunday’s to check my email. Gina opened.