Estava de pé sobre um pequeno palco montado no centro de uma sala grande. Em volta dele estavam sentadas pelo menos umas quinze pessoas entre mulhere... e homens. Fiquei muito nervoso pois nunca havia passado por tamanha humilhação: eu ali, nu, totalmente submisso a uma mulher dominadora sob os olhares maliciosos de tanta gente. Mal eu sabia que o pior ainda estava por vir... – Agora, tudo o que lhes contei por telefone, vocês verão ao vivo! Ela me amarrou numa cadeira e aplicou. Luckily, I was roughlythe same size as my wife so, while the boots pinched a littleand the jacket fit snugly, it didn't leave me looking like astreetwalker with tight clothing to display her wares. Well,perhaps just a teensy bit tarty in short skirt and high boots."I'm sure will you be more careful in the future," he saidswinging open the doorway and gesturing me toward a private liftwhere a woman in formal chauffeur's uniform was waiting. Shemust have been six feet tall with long blonde hair. We think that maybe we've overstayed our welcome."I sighed. I hated feeling guilty and this was a big dose. Fortunately, for me, I had just had an introspective moment. I could act, without reacting. So I didn't answer her right away. I could tell that bothered her. She wanted me to say something."I'm not sure I understand?" I said. "What part of 'overstaying' are you talking about? None of us had any choice when we were carted off. You just spent one night in a motel, after having a great meal. ” he said when he had caught his breath.“What?” I said. “What did you say?”“The porn flick I saw in the adult book store. It was you as a blonde, getting shagged by some black dude.” He pulled his half-deflated cock out of me.I stood and faced him. “That was another life, Johnny, a life that’s over with now. I’d appreciate it if you don’t talk about it.”“Dad doesn’t know?”“He knows I’ve been around the block a few times, so to speak. He doesn’t know I’ve been all over the damn state fucking.