The girls went out of their way to make feel accepted even as theytook to calling me Stephanie, as the bosses mockingly referred to meas. I ate lunch ...ith them when my fellow associates decided to takelunch without me and the partners all went there separate ways forlunch. I was happy that they even included me on some of theirconversations.I didn't know what they were talking about, but I bluffed my waythrough it when we talked about clothes and TV Shows. I only kept mymouth shut when they. "Then they were gone. It was unusual for Robert to stay on a Sunday night, but then I'm not the Master in my own house at the weekends.At bedtime, I was pulled up the stairs by my lead. I started by doing my duty for my Mistress while the Master undressed. He was watching me closely then snapped, "Do it more tenderly, show proper respect, caress her more tenderly."I was working my way down across the Mistress's stomach.The Master said, "Stop, that has not been good enough. It needs to be more. I was chained spread-eagled in the middle of the shower room, arms to ceiling ankles to floor. A guard then turned on a high pressure hose and proceeded to hose me down with cold water as if he was cleaning out a pig sty: The water pressure was, in itself, painful enough, but even more so when it came in contact with the bruises on my tits and arse. Then the inevitable happened, the jet of water was directed into my over fucked and sore cunt, I wriggled about but to no avail, the freezing water. But what was he doing with Tina, or better yet, what was Tina doing with him? He followed them to Carl's ChopHouse and then one hour later to one of the many nightspots that dot the Lower East Side. He couldn't take a chance on getting caught spying on his wife so he had to be content with waiting outside and keeping an eye on the limo.But he didn't have to be inside to know what was going on. Tina would be drinking and dancing and after several drinks he knew that Tina would stop pushing.