A boyfriend I had at that time, showed me a quiet a few blue videos, But one particular video stuck in my mind. An elegant and very attractive woman i... her 30’s in a Mercedes sports car; almost knocks over a tramp crossing the road, she takes him home, she feeds him and then she offers herself in exchange for him not informing the Police – so they have sex. And it was rough sex, it was also plain she loved it all. I masturbated about that video, quite often, then in over the years, my fantasy. ..“ dabei schauen mich ihre rehbraunen Augen von unten her sehnsuchtsvoll an. „Sehr sehr gerne… Jasemin… Aber ich hätte dazu eine Bitte: Du hast doch sicher auch einen langen Kittel, oder?“ „Ja klar, hab ich. Warum?“ Wenn Du mich wieder mal „untersuchen“ willst… wirst Du einen solchen Kittel tragen. Und NUR den Kittel! Ich möchte, dass Du darunter bereits völlig nackt bist, wenn Du mich hier hin bringst… tust Du das für mich?“ „Ja, Liebster… ich werde unter meinem Kittel total nackt für Dich. ‘This is a hotel?’ she asked softly, the amazement still very much evident in her voice and upon her angelic face. After so many business trips and so many nights spent in suites such as this one, I found that I was rediscovering the situation through my fiancée’s enthusiasm. While I had purposely not brought my laptop with me, I marveled at the length of the Ethernet cable protruding from the wall. The television cart was of a sturdy stained oak, its doors opening to reveal a massive. In one corner there was a Judas Chair consisting of a narrow vertical cone of highly polished metal over which hung a skeletal seat complete with a restraining harness which could be lowered as required.The third and room was devoid of any instruments, weapons, furniture, or even the ubiquitous whips. On the wall at the end of the corridor was a book-case apparently filled with the literature of torture. Few of the books were in English, but one that the Emir recognised dealt with the tortures.