He wanted me to shower with him. He explained that his wife
always wore a bathing suit when she went in the shower to help him wash. But he
felt that was ridiculous, and didn’t want me to do that. Then in the shower he
rubbed up against me and touched me as I tried to help him wash. [I couldn’t
leave. I was responsible for taking care of him.]
He wanted to touch me in other ways too. “Lay on the kitchen
table,” he directed. Then he would move his chair closer so he could examine me
and touch between my legs. When he was finished and I got off the table, he
reminded me… “I love you, dear. Don’t forget to straighten out the table
cloth.” [I couldn’t leave. I was helping his wife.]He wanted me to masturbate him on the bed. But I was directed to put an extra sheet down first, so his wife would see no evidence. [I couldn’t leave. He could not be alone overnight.]
“Where are you sleeping tonight, dear?” he asked.
“On
the hideabed,” I answered. “G____ showed me how to open it before she left.”“Oh no,” he countered. “I might need something in the night. I am afraid of falling. I will sleep better with you alongside of me.”
[I couldn’t leave. I was supposed to be making sure he was safe.]
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