Whack! Whack! Whack! I’m crying uncontrollably now most likely angering you even more. “Get up fully on the bed slave…NOW!” I quickly scramble...on the bed quivering and crying. “Lay on your belly…NOW!” I roll over not knowing what will come next and not wanting to anger you. You crawl up behind me on the bed and I hear you fumbling with something and am curious but dare not look to see what you are doing and I hear it, the sound of the oil opening, then I know what is to come next, what is to be. Okay, so what’s wrong with Pompeii?”“Well, apart from the fact it will take up most of the day to get there and back, I just prefer to see stuff that’s still intact. I’m not creative, like you. You can walk through ruins and visualize what it would have been like. That’s how your mind works. I can only see holes and crumbled walls. Then I go and read all the information signs and I feel like I may as well have read a book.”“Fair point. You are a very dull, limited man. I could tell by the way. I stared at him and finally I asked, "I don't get it Dennis. Why are you being so nice to me?"He looked me right in the eye and said, "It turns out I love you. And I guess I have a guilty conscience."That startled me. "Why? What do you feel guilty about? You are a victim in this!" So are you Amanda." He replied. "The thing that bothers me most though is that I watched that first DVD tonight and I had a hard on all the way through it. And you know what? I'm looking forward to watching the second. To my pleasant surprise she turned and kissed me, surely not one of a gesture of friendship but of lust. I slipped my hands over her hips and between flesh and the back material of her panties. After a desiring squeeze of her round ass they too were made to fall away. She placed her hand on my shoulder to steady her weak knees as her trembling body all but disappeared into the bubbles. Clearing a path her eyes were glued upon me as I slowly undress to join her. My nipples were pulling at the.