"Next time, slave, it will be much more painful."Stephanie nodded again, crying. Her mind was a typhoon of feelings and emotions and thoughts, but for...most was that she did not want to experience any more pain from this man."Now, slave, I am going to remove your gag so that you can eat and drink. Any noise that comes out of your mouth will be punishable by extreme pain. I will gag you and throw you into the cellar and I will whip you until you fall unconscious on the cold, cement floor. I will. He looked deeply into her eyes for a long moment and Marie saw there a depth of tenderness she would never have imagined possible. He reached up and gently brushed her tears away with his thumbs, shaking his head slowly as he said, "I don't know, princess. I don't know why you're like you are or I'm like I am." He combed her hair back with his fingers then leaned forward and kissed her for the second time--a warm, comforting kiss that continued as he pulled her into an embrace. When he pulled. I had also begun to feel slightly uncomfortable because his stares had become rather blatant. To my horror, when I got up to leave he followed me out of the dining room.When I arrived at the elevator and pressed the button, he took up station next to me. By now, his eyes were literally boring into me. After we entered the elevator once it had arrived, he asked, “What floor are you on?”“Fourth,” I answered.I then watched as his thick icky index finger pressed the buttons for the fourth and fifth. He was a few years younger than I, about 35 and like me married. Scott was his name and we happened to be attending the same conference. We talked about our jobs then our wives then we talked about sex. He was strictly into receiving pleasure and I was more into giving pleasure. He asked about anal sex and I said I do not do anal and have not done it; I prefer to blow and jack guys off. He was happy with that and we paid our bar tab. He told me to follow him to the bar bathroom; he chose a.