In my terror I scramble as quickly as my still chained feet allow, taking small desperate steps around the head of my stone slab. Am I right? XXX My heart races as it struggles to make sense of these new sensations. Well, almost. Some are noticeably male, others female and yet others still, which are impossible to define. Now that I can see him clearly I notice that his skin isn’t black, but rather a mixture of colours, blues, browns and reds all swirling together, a moving masterpiece right there in his skin. Just because I’m still a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know about sex or have never experienced an orgasm. Soon he is standing above me and I am cowering before him, my forehead pressed into my arm and my body racked with sobs.
