In front of me lay a stranger, a damaged and bruised human being. If her name had not been written on the white board, I would have guessed that I was...in the wrong room.I didn't know what to think. My emotions were all over the place. We were separated. I didn't really have any obligation to care for her. But then, I did. I had lived with this woman. She was my wife. At one time I had loved her. Maybe in reality, I still did. No matter how I felt, I would have to be there for her. I would need. He had recently had drinks after work with my coworker Stacy leading to sex in her apartment. From Stacy I found she had mixed feelings about Mark. She didn't want to get involved with a married man, but she saw him as a successful and decent man picked on by a demanding wife, and a man who cared about Stacy and was coming to love her.Back to Mark, I could have told Stacy she was wrong. Mark's thoughts about Stacy began and ended with screwing her hot body. From what I had seen it was an. Trembling, skin whitening, but her eyes betrayed that excitement which I could smell. “I need to see you.” “I am plainly here, right before your very eyes, my pet. What is it you seek?” I decided the fear was working without my assistance. Given her reaction to me, I knew I wouldn’t need to hurt her to get the information. In fact, this was bound to be quite amusing. “Please. I came to meet you. I want to be like you.” The girl was pleading, looking up at me with saucer eyes and seemingly. I want you to stop.” “Gag her.” She did as Miles bid her. A wad of cloth was placed in my mouth, I tossed my head from side to side to avoid being gagged but it happened regardless. She tied the gag firmly. All I could do was moan against the cloth. As she tied it, she whispered, “It’s okay Bess, just go with it hon.” “Tighten that one.” My clitty was squeezed. I grunted against the gag. “Good. That’s better. I don’t want it falling off.” The constant pressure of having my clitty squeezed had.