’ ‘Ellis, really,’ Marci said, blushing and unable to cut off the giggle. ‘How on earth do you know about Stan and me, he’s a fine lawyer.�... ‘If you say so.’ ‘Then isn’t he?’ ‘Professional ethics prevent me from answering that. But Marci, you’ll know his wife Sandra probably as well as I do, if she ever finds out she’ll divorce him and then watch her large circle of friends rally around her, most of those women are your clientele.’ ‘Oh God, how could I have been so stupid. I thought you said you. "Do you know what time it is?" Her boss asked. "You should have been here like everybody else an hour ago!" her eyes were blazing with fury. But they dropped down to notice what a lovely looking young woman stood in front of her. Especially in that silky white low cut blouse. "Never mind," she sighed. "My name is Ms Anderson, but just call me Emma. Could you please close the blind on the door." Sure," Sylvia said, then pulled down the white blind on the door. Emma pushed back on the chair and. She was bound up snugly on the "humping" horse and had very little give to wiggle or squirm to get away from the degrading things that were certain to test her resolve not to shout out the "Safe" word.She could hear some of them making lewd remarks about the white cream leaking from her twin holes of passion now displayed like collector's items on top of the padded table of despair.Heather was stripped completely naked on the thing with her backside pushed up in obscene sacrificial offering to. He was soothing my back, tightening his embrace, I knew I was drenching his shirt, I tried to pull away, but Ethan didn’t let me. ‘Shhh, let it go Emma, it’s okay to cry.’ After what seemed like an eternity, I finally stopped crying. Talking to Ethan made me feel like a weight was lifted from my shoulders, I didn’t have to carry this burden alone anymore. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically, Ethan was holding me, and for the first time, in a very long time, I felt safe. ‘Thank you.’ I.