>>94534067Her gift to her father on his birthday, where she traveled all the way up to Station just to see him, was giving him a hug.
It was, by Jeph's standards, an emotional moment because Hannelore was completely unable to touch people when she left Station. The only contact she had with people was Marten and his friends and that was after stalking him to determine they weren't crazy, ironically.
The only way Hanners could have sex would if she was restrained down over a padded bench with a blindfold and ball gag over her. Clad completely in form fitting latex. A partner she was familiar with on a professional level, knowing his medical history and such, but never really seeing him outside of their sessions.
He'd have to be shaved smooth and sterilize himself while she was strapped down and waiting, probably shivering in her bonds. He'd come in wearing a full suit as well to minimize any chance of skin on skin contact.
This is where the ball gag would come in to play. She'd know she'd use a safeword or beg him to stop as she changed her mind. That's why she put it on herself and then cuffed her hands to the bench.
He'd mount her and ravish her for what would seem like hours to her as her fear of bodily contact and sheer lust battle it out in her mind.
He'd finish, and even though he was wearing a condom he'd still pull out the adjustable shower nozzle and gently clean her while she calms herself down.
He'll be gone before her automatic restraints eventually unlock and let her clean up again after she peels off that body suit.
Probably something like that.
