While it’s not the life you would have chosen, it’s honestly not entirely bad.Compared to the D-Class saps that were forced to be here due to thei... criminal history, you were treated considerably better as you had ample access to certain privileges that the other poor guinea pigs don’t have. Access to the internet, collection of movies and tv shows, premium subscriptions to high quality porn sites, decent meals from a decent chef, basically just stuff that keeps you content.You never had a. He’s holding me apart with one hand and guiding his cock with the other. I relax and shut my eyes, trying to keep my asshole from tensing.I feel something warm against my hole, and then a sharp pain as he pushes the head of himself in. I let out a loud squeal and bite my bottom lip in pain, balling my fists and trying to relax.“Oh shit. You’re a little virgin aren’t you?” Mr. Desai asks.“Uh-huh…” I cry. He pushes himself in further, to about half way. He pulls back out to his tip, and then. It was kept very simple and sparse with only a three-seat leather couch in the middle of the room with a purple rug underneath, wooden floorboards, two other doors leading to other rooms and and a camera and tripod in front of the leather couch a few meters away. The room was painted blue and had only a few windows on the right, though they were drawn by curtains. Mikaela herself was dressed in what she had been before - a flowery dress at knee height with brown flat ballet shoes. Mikaela. He perched on the couch and I was struck by the irony of our reversed positions. Now it was Ivan who had to clear his throat before speaking."What do you want Marie?" I guess the first thing I want is some kind of explanation, if such a thing exists. Ivan, if you were that unhappy with me, why didn't you tell me? I knew we were drifting apart and I was trying as hard as I knew how to solve that. But if you didn't want that, why didn't you file for divorce? And for God's sake, why did you do to.