Goooood... ughg... ughhg!My face was mashed against the mirror in back of the sink, his hand on the back of my neck forcing me flat across the sink as...he fucked into me with fast brutal strokes. My toes barely touched the floor and each time he fucked deep against me, my hips ground against the edge of the counter and my toes left the floor.His hands ran up and down my sides and fastened around my hanging titties, squeezing them over and over through my thin blouse, like he was milking a cow.. I observed him through the corner of my eye as I reached for the door."Ok Kate, if that's what you want," he said as he started typing.I closed my eyes as my hand reached for the doorknob. "Stop, please," I said under my breath. All hope of getting out of this predicament left my body. "Please don't send the pictures," I said as images of my heartbroken mother flooded my thoughts. "I'll do anything you want."With my head bowed down, I turned around and slowly walked towards him."That's very. “How did your gig go last night?” I inquired.“You mean the private party? Fantastic! Apart from my fee I must have picked up over €2,000 in tips. Not bad for less than hour’s work!”“Nice work if you can get it!”*He took me down to the gym, which seemed to be in the basement, but the house was built on a hill and had glass doors on one side which opened onto a terrace. “You warm up on the bicycle, and I’ll go and put on some training shorts.” I was looking forward to that.The gym was. One of them told me I had a hot sexy wife and that is was great to that she wore stockings and they hoped they would get to see more as the evening wore on. They asked me if she dressed for sex, and if she would be likely to give them a better look. I told them that was entirely up to her. They were cheeky to say the least and Margaret was being a bit bashful. Never the less during the evening they gave her plenty of attention dancing with her often. She would come back to the table and sit.