I am just another lost soul suffering the consequences of their own actions.For the next two hours I am caught in an endless cycle of repetition; abed...shaking and foetal, bile rising unwelcome and unbidden, desperate for sleep but unable, the eventual inevitable stagger across well-worn carpet to heave emptily over the toilet bowl before taking a few delicate sips of water to cleanse my mouth of the bitter, acrid aftertaste and then crawling back to the soft, warm comforting grasp of her. Katie had to force herself to concentrate on her professional duties, but, in idle moments, the question of her own unexpected behavior and desires continued to disturb her. Still, when they met Jane and Tony after their second performance, she acknowledged that she definitely was looking forward to doing more herself. The three of them left Tony (this time to attend a Beatles music review in another bar) and went to his and Jane’s stateroom where Katie did the usual reinforcement of her. We listened to words and the visceral onomatopoeia of passion. We listened to ideas and emotions. We listened to new languages. Some we understood and some we had to decipher. We listened with our ears and our bodies. We let the sounds flow over us. They came from the mouths of our lovers and from the world around us, and we let our own sounds emerge, meet, and mingle with them.Our noses treated us to the most raw of experiences. We walked through the city and took in its basest cues.. Her eyes were wide with fright and the red ball gave her an almost clown-like look. I reached out with my crop and gave her a sharp smack on her cunt making her yelp. The girl next to me jumped at the suddenness of my action. I leant towards her conspiratorially and spoke in a stage-whisper.“She loves it really, I promise,” and I smacked her again bringing out another muffled yelp. Meanwhile the fingers of my other hand were sliding between the girl’s legs and finding her already wet pussy. I.