She gave the look and walked inside. I could feel my pants slowly rising as I got closer to the door.“You need the money,” I whispered to myself.I...walked in and over to the secretary. My heart was beating from nervousness and the fact that most of the women I’ve seen made me really horny at the same time. She told me to have a seat. I felt like I was being teased and I couldn’t do anything about it but accept it. I took a few deep breaths and looked at the shiny floor. All I know was I had to. I was however a little perplexed at the lack of action from the network side of things and I told Jim about it. "Pauly, don ’ t worry, you are new on the scene, it will all come in time, trust me. We wouldn’t look after our boys so well and then not use them would we? That would be daft ” Jim slapped my bottom as I bent to clean the table he was sat at doing his VAT books. "Funnily enough, as you mentioned it. I think I may have some news for you later” Jim said as he lit a cigar “You’ll need. “Emma, I am going to have to teach you how to properly dress, to be attractive to who you shall serve.” Emma, wide-eyed, just nodded her head. Then he brought the silk blouse, the only nice thing she had worn. Starting at the bottom, Donald buttoned it only to just above the lower edge of her breast. Now, she was providing a wonderful peek-a-boo illusion. He slid her skirt up over her hips, tucked her blouse in, and zipped it up. Yes, a much-improved vision was now projected by Emma. Her. He shoved a piece of cloth in my mouth and taped it tightly around my head. He turned me on my back and ordered me to open my legs wide. He lashed my cunt with the belt hard and I closed my legs in pain. That made him furious and he screamed at me to open them again. He beated my cunt repeately "I'm making you sorry you have a cunt to whore around with you filthy whore bitch!" while he kept on beating my cunt.Finally he stopped beating me and my face was wet from my tears. He looked down at me.