I rushed into the bathroom, stripped of my panties and top and looked at my body. My tits were bright red plus I had some strip across them like I had...been hit with something and the triangle that normally covers my crotch, was just as red as my tits. “Fuck, it was real”.I found some Aloe and began to rub it all over my body, but could hardly touch myself I was so sore and raw. How could this have happened to me? Did I let it or did I want it? Could I have stopped it and what about Brad? All. She knew what they all showed. ‘Truth.’ Bob said coolly. Sandra cried and looked at the pictures. She couldn’t look Bob in the eyes. ‘I want it all the time. I can’t get enough. I was seeing Dr. Vullen about it, he was treating me for it. I had to be a good banker’s wife. Good banker’s wives don’t want sex all the time. I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t let you know what was going on in my head.’ Sandra was spouting out the words as though they were choking her. ‘I haven’t done it in a long. .. Ho... Hoh home," she pleaded, and her plaintively panting entreaty was almost blocked out by another loud crash of thunder. I said nothing. She could have no doubt about what was on my mind and I knew I wasn't going to get her to yield just by talking.When I'd pushed off my shorts, I'd moved my leg from hers but she hadn't tried to close her legs. My bare, throbbing prick was pressed to the naked flesh of her thigh but I know she was not aware of it. But I was. She felt so warm, her skin. ‘We’ve locked her up in her cage, Sir.’ A man, dressed sharply in a suit said as he closed the door to the study behind him. ‘It wasn’t easy, but she’ll be fine there after we forced the sedatives into her mouth.’ ‘If I didn’t spend three quarters of a million on her, I would say kill the bitch.’ Roland growled out, patting his pained cock with the clean fabric. Although a rich man, Roland Norton wasn’t a man that was going to just forget about that kind of sum. Quietly the right hand man.