"But you're here. That counts for something." "I guess." "How about we just do something normal? Like dinner and a movie? See how that goes." She gaze... out of the window and I watched her jaw clenching and unclenching in thought. "Okay. When?" "Tonight?" "Okay." "Seven?" "Sure. I'll find you." "How?" She smiled. "We're compatible, remember." That afternoon, a nervous energy nibbled at my mind, escalating to complete edginess as evening rolled in. Spent half an hour trying on outfits like a damn. Nicole began to read some of it aloud..." All the officers were female, and took great delight in subjecting their male captives to the most humiliating and degrading of acts. One of their favorite punishments, was to chain a man into the hole of the latrine, for days at a time. The hapless male would be constantly subjected to the ladies piss and shit and spit. And the lash! There was always a female officer, or two, in the lower level of the 3 sided box. This was where they meted out the. She didn't like to waste it, having learned to love the taste. Swallowing always triggered another orgasm for her, even when she was still recovering from the last one. He kept working her with his fingers, lips, and tongue until she gasped, “Enough.”They moved to cuddle together.“I don't remember being without you,” he said. “It's only been two years, but they're the only important part of my life.”“How do you always say just the right thing for the moment?” she whispered between kisses.“Your. “Yes, Ma-” I stopped myself mid-syllable on “Ma’am.” I think Britney might have caught it anyway. Regardless, she took my hand and helped me up before leading me toward the side of the room.All the booths were empty – lap dances weren’t forbidden on ladies night, they just weren’t a common occurance so they were virtually never used on those days. Until now.Britney pushed me, somewhat roughly, down onto a cheap folding chair and pulled the curtain closed with a whoosh.She pulled down on my.