He looked over to watch the girl in the tank, her eyes were on him, wide with terror as the gravity of what had just happened dawned on her. A moment ...ater, she began to struggle, pulling at the chain, to no avail, when this attempt proved fruitless, she tried swimming up towards the surface, but the tank was too deep for her head to pass above the surface of the water, only the tips of her fingers peeked out with her chained to the floor, with that the last of her oxygen was depleted, and the. The only thing on her mind at the moment was just who would be fucking her.The honor fell to the tall, wiry Ben Armstrong, whom both Margie and Tessa had secretly hoped would partner with them at least once before the night was over."Oh this is really fun!" she chirped as she tried to get the swing moving. "I like the idea of being so vulnerable, ready for anything, "she giggled."So Ben, what's it to be?"--Ben walked around behind her and gave the swing a push, sending Margie soaring about four. It really is a different world, with its own rhythms, values, and customs. The people are different, too. Do you imagine the girls turning tricks on the streets are college graduates? Of course not; most of them are dropouts. I was. They know the streets, their own bodies, and that they can make money by making themselves attractive to men. They look cheap, think cheap, and talk cheap - and the men they date like them that way. In short, they are just like I used to be - like you will be when I. We had been married twenty three years and had been perfectly happy together. He was everything I needed and wanted in a friend, a lover and a husband... until now. Now I had tasted the forbidden fruit, and it was not just me who was going to suffer for it. I let out a big sigh. “Darling? Are you okay?” “Yes, I am,” I answered, without much conviction. “Are you crying?” he wiped away the moisture from my eyes. “No, just my eyes watering.” I had lied to him again! I hated lying to him and.