So you’ve sent Her all that stuff, not holding anything back, as pervy as you can be, confessing everything – you’re a wanker, a perv, you go ev...rywhere in a dirty mac, you only have to look and you spunk your pants, etc – and now you have to face Her. Surely She must be disgusted at what a perv you are – why on earth would She want to meet you, to let you see Her show, take photos, video the Session, show Her even more of the perviest worship material, cum in your pants during the Session,. An hour's fucking was just what she needed!Had they fucked the night before? For a moment, she could not remember. They had been married for several years and had fallen into a routine, so that one night blended in with the next, pleasantly but without anything memorable happening.Then she remembered that they had fucked and that Jonathon had seemed hornier than usual.Again she wondered, fleetingly, at this change in the man--and again she did not question it too deeply.She began to moan softly. ‘Has the school done anything, or are they being stubborn and stupid?’ she asked. ‘They haven’t done anything,’ I answered and I could hear the bitterness in my own voice ‘so I think I’m going to have to find a new school for them…’ She nodded and looked at me. Her face was back to its overly neutral mask, but I thought I could see a quick flash of something close to anger in her eyes. She exhaled softly and looked down at her hands. ‘Except for Ms Roberts, do they like going to that school?’. An automatic blood pressure cuff was connected.The doc placed sticky things on his chest, head and legs and they were hooked up to two different monitors.“Everything is ready. You know this carries risk that he could die at any time. Start asking your questions,” the doc said.“Consider him dead anyhow; it will be no loss either way,” I replied.I started asking questions in Arabic.“What is your name?” I asked.“You are a whore,” he replied.“Who paid you to attack the embassy?”“Infidel,” he.