"Well no, but I thought" "You thought, you thought WHAT?" she barked again."You thought you'd sit in MY living room naked and jerk off on My sofa, rig...t?" She asked with even more sarcasm.I didn't know what to say to that. I mean...Yeah that's exactly what I thought but I figured this was no time to be a smartass."I don't think you 'thought' at all", She went on."Suppose I had walked into this living room with a friend or god forbid someone I worked with?"She stood silent waiting for an answer. ‘You are a slut, Sally, a whore, and tonight you are going to be treated as such,’ he tells me harshly. ‘I want you to go to the kitchen, you’re to serve my guests tonight. ‘ His hand softly strokes my cheek, where he had struck me earlier. A deep growl is in his voice: ‘I cannot guarantee they will act gentlemanly to you, my sweet little submissive.’ Grasping my chin in his hand with a vice like grip, he forces me to look into his eyes. ‘˜Nor shall I prevent them from doing what they want with. I can Top or bottom, it doesn't really matter to me, so long as it's fun. It makes me real popular at parties, as you can imagine. That and the fact that I'm pretty smart. A lot of people are smart, that isn't really a big thing, but a lot of people don't express it well either. I'm pretty quick mentally, with a good memory and an agile wit, plus I'm a real people person. I like people, seriously, and I like talking to them. It's almost as much fun as fucking, so whenever possible I like to. Allison mimicked Kara’s motions, and felt a small vibration as each punch landed on the pad. Is this small aftershock normal?Emanuel nodded his head. Think about when you learned about forces in physics. It should make sense.Oh, right. When should I stop punching?About ten more should do.Allison counted down each one. Three ... two ... one. She stopped for a moment and breathed in and out a few times. Now what?Blocking of course. It’s not good enough to know only how to attack. Allison looked.