Sometimes slower and than a bit faster. Up and down. I stretched my pelvis towards him and moaned loudly and trembled all over my body with excitement...Mirza let Markus have my pussy and he bent over and started to treat it. A little harder and coarser than Mirza he tried to penetrate as deeply as possible with his tongue. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Mirza undressed leisurely. Soon he sat down again and stroked my breasts. He pinched my breasts with his fingers. Alternately the left. "What a pretty slut," - say I, looking her up and down. I pin her naked body against the wall again, and kiss her roughly and forcefully, invading her mouth with my tongue, biting her lips, as my knee parts her thighs and presses hard against her pussy. She squirms and rubs her body against mine, giving herself to me. But I am not done yet. I grab her hair and drag her down, making her kneel at my feet."Sit back on you heels, slut," - i order, and she obeys. I take down my pants and slap her. The sound coming from the TV changes. He's selected a different folder. I hear the unmistakable sound of leather on skin. He leaves it there."You like that, too?" Yes, sir." You have that kind of shit around here too?" Yes, sir."He hits my ass again, harder. "Well, fucking show me. Christ, don't just sit there like a fucking lump."He drains his beer. His fourth. I drop the submissive voice."Mitch, grab a bottle of water, another beer too if your up for it," I tell him, once more sounding as if. And the police knew about my spending the night in the hotel with Jo, so I couldn’t fudge that. I realised I was thinking for what seemed like quite a long time, but Dr Maltby didn’t seem fazed. I decided the best starting point was that afternoon in the mall when we saw the witch for the first time.“Can I ask you something? When you look at me, do you automatically think I’m gay?” I asked.“What a strange question,” said Dr Maltby, scrutinising me carefully. “I’ve never thought it possible to.