I had been way too nervous to eat, and I was nauseated. I parked my car and let myself in with my new key. I walked into the foyer and saw a man sitti...g in an overstuffed chair. When he stood up, I saw that he was very tall and had jet black, wavy hair. He had a muscular build and a chiseled face. He was gorgeous. He smiled at me and walked over. ‘Marri?’ he asked. Even his voice was sexy. ‘Yes.’ ‘I’m Lawrence. Ready?’ I only nodded. He took my hand and led me up the long staircase to a door. Oftentimes, new female research staff and staff assistants were not fully briefed or not had time to be briefed before they had an encounter. Secretive hushed whispers soon started circulating among earth women in these facilities around the world that this was not necessarily a bad thing. As these reports got out in the public they were quickly discredited and soon forgotten, but then often re-emerged again like a Phoenix.It was not known until later why the women only initially complained,. It was immediately clear that they would always be ‘Mister and Missus Carr’. They were scrupulously polite, while clearly conveying the opinion (unspoken) that a burnt-out former nurse, living in a boat and working part time as a counsellor, was not really of the same social strata as themselves. Karen was not mentioned. On the way back, Gillian apologised. “I thought they might be, um, negative, but I didn’t want to make you nervous. Anyway, don’t worry. We don’t need to have anything to do. “Because of the stupidity you used in smoking weed andgetting caught, you deprived me for 45 days of thepleasure of having my fuckstick inside your mouth andyour black cunt. For that, you must be punished.” My punishment was 45 lashes with his belt, as hard ashe could give them. It hurt very badly but it alsoturned me on very much. As soon as the lashes wereover, my body collapsed. Hubby took me in his arms,comforted me and kissed away my tears, telling me hehated having to punish.