Bill wanted todie and Kevin wanted to screw Billie but Helen was asking questions.Could Billie be trained to milk herself? Would she learn to like it?...evin answered all the questions and then from the bag produced onemore item. This looked like a giant pacifier with a flange on the back.Bill knew it was a butt plug, and he did not want that thing in him.Kevin lubed the plug and showed Helen and Sally how to insert it. Itwent in hard but Kevin assured them it would get easier. The plugpopped in. But there was something much better than that, as she bent over I could clearly see her skimpy little pink knickers. Something deep inside of me had come to the surface and I rather liked the feeling. I quickly realised that behind the safety of the locked garage door I could do whatever I wanted safe in the knowledge that no one could see me but I could see them. The opportunities for me to behave like a dirty little whore were almost endless. The postman, who always arrived about the same. He said, " Fuckin whore dont talk i hate women like you. I will show you you place today, i will shatter you today both mentally and physically" Without listening to anything he hold me by my hair punched my in my boobs and belly and face and then kept on slapping till i had no power left to resist.. He opened his belt tied it to my throat and dragged me to the bathroom.. He said, " Slut you are a fuckin piece of shit a **** meat, who needs to be punished and degraded to install discipline in. Seeing the head set on he assumed that I was on the phone and casually sat down at one of the two padded chairs that occupy the front of the reception area of my office. He placed a large white cardboard box, like one typically used to store files; like so many like I had stored in a closet in the back of my office, where I kept my completed cases. The names printed on the white boxes in dark black marker only served to remind me of the petty loathing that I had for each one. I tried not to.