“Well, I had two reasons, actually. One, I was ... I am a little worried about your body’s reactions to this stressful situation. So, this first o...e is kind of a professional oriented concern. Secondly, you’re my Baby-Brick, and I wanted to make sure your first experience in our world goes well. I knew from talking with Ms. Dillon that Lynette’s upcoming experience could get intense, real quick. Therefore, if I feel like I need to take you to the guest room because of their activities, you’d. ”“You have a very thoughtful husband!” one said, who appeared to be the leader of the group. “Why don’t you take a seat on my lap and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up?” he joked of the old and stupid pickup line.“I want to feel like I’m sitting on a cucumber, not a string bean,” she countered and they laughed, except him. “Sorry boys, just blow jobs tonight. I want you to sit with us one at a time because my husband loves to watch me swallow different men’s cum!”“Wish my wife was. He grabbed a row of masking tape and put two strips down on the floor on each side of his chair. Then he described the challenge:I should strip off my outfit and straddle him, putting each foot on a piece of tape. If I could hold that position for thirty minutes, then he could only reason that I truly did not want to fuck. But if I would fail to keep the position, then I would slide down onto his cock. He smiled and said it was not big deal. Most women could do it…I stood there and looked at. At least this way she couldn't feel the pain, the horrible unbearable humiliation, each time Mindon or one of his guards came in the cell. At first she had tried to keep track of how long she had been held, then slowly apathy had set in, each day had blended into another as she tried to fight the beatings, the torture, the rapes. She had quickly learned the more she resisted, the more she tried not to scream the worse Mindon got, so she had stopped resisting and started screaming which seemed.