Too stunned to react to his instruction, she instead looked around the small, blandly-lit area. It reminded her of a toilet stall, except there was no...toilet, and one wall was mirrored from floor to ceiling. The doors and other walls were solid too, yet it still had essence of a toilet-stall in the drab lighting and dull colours. ?I said strip,? Peter shouted, and ripped open Alice’s blouse. He grabbed the cups of her bra and scooped them over her large, soft breasts. ?Get your fucking. John looked at each of the other two men, showing his overall disgust, then slapped Matt five more times in the face. John looked down at Matt and angrily said, ‘What’s the matter punk? Oh yeah, your only tough beating up on a woman. I’ll tell you what, pretend I’m a woman and make me your bitch tough guy!’ Matt was crying while holding both hands over his face. John reached down and grabbed the front of Matt’s shirt and slung him across the room, landing face first into the wall. As he. Perhaps her foot was bothering her. "How are you feeling? How is your foot?" I asked. "Please speak freely and honestly."There was a pause. "Thank you sire. My foot is throbbing but the pain is bearable." There was another pause, even longer, and then she cried, "Sire! I owe you a deep apology for my hysterics!"For all my command training, I was at a loss for what to say. The silence stretched out to a very long moment. Without thinking, I patted the side of her hip to show understanding.At my. Dee shooed them away and we huddled together. Dee was all for it, but Anna was undecided and Marie said absolutely not, her husband would kill her. They looked at me and Dee gave me that you-can’t-say-no look and I said why not, we’re going to beat them anyway and it will be fun seeing their swinging dicks going around the bases. The bet was on. The word quickly spread and by the end of the day our wager was the major topic in both companies. When I told my husband Jim about the bet, his mouth.