At 17, I was still a virgin, and in 1983, that was considered a little late. I was raised in a very strict, church going home. In fact, we went to chu...rch every Sunday,(twice!) and every wednesday night, and sometimes Thursdays or Fridays, depending on the ministers schedule. I was what you would call a good boy. I had had a few girlfriends, and made out with some, and even groped Susan Miller’s tits under her sweater while she had rubbed my cock through my jeans, but I had never actually had. "Akane shook her head, as she began to limp away on smaller legs and feet {and narrower waist}; "I have to find Dad while I still can! And this body is going to slow me down too much as it is." The man tried to explain, "But, sir! When you get your own body back, you track faster."He was right of course. But that would be the easy way. That was not the way of this place. "I was brought here, to become somebody truly worthy of the name, warrior. That is what I've wanted all of my life." Then a. I went to the sink, returning to stand behind her with a refilled glass of water and a coarse kitchen cloth.“Head back,” I barked at her and she complied quickly. I tipped some of the water onto her faced and scrubbed her vigorously. I then tipped the rest of it down her front and scrubbed at her tits. She made no move to struggle or escape which pleased me immensely. I pushed her forward, back onto all fours and put the glass and cloth onto the table. I turned and headed for the door.“Come!”I. " He grinned as he pulled at her nipple."But where is kamra? And James," he looked around, "Where is he?"His brother had stayed in the house while he was gone because it was not safe to leave women without protection, especially slaves.One always had to be careful of strangers, and it was best to have a man in the house. His house was located on family land that was shared with his three brothers, James was his twin. Steven and James were very close and shared almost everything...everything.