Charlotte moaned softly as his hands and fingers moved across her breasts, making them warm and heavy.  How she wanted him to pinch her nipples, to pull and twist them, to make her gasp and groan.  But she knew she was the wrong sex for him.  She wished it wasnt that way, actually found herself wanting him to do some of the things to her that Goodfellow and that other one had done to her.  But she knew there was no chance....<br/><br/>"I hurt down there.  I dont want to go to the toilet, because it hurts so.  I...I'm scared." She told him in a pitiful whimper.  "They were so big, and I dont know if I'm torn.  I dont even know if I can ever have sex again.  What if I have been deformed?" she asked him, her eyes wide, her voice suddenly wavering.<br/><br/>"I know you are gay and that you only like guys, but would you have a look, could you make sure I'm...still...well.....whole?"