The guy at the firm who was looking after me was called Brian. He was late thirties, middle management type, but seemed a nice fellow - he set me up e...ficiently, showed me the essentials (where the tea-making facilities were mainly!) and left me to get about my work. The first day passed uneventfully and Brian came to check in with me before he left for the evening."I won't be around tomorrow - there's an area meeting," he said. "But I'll get my secretary Julie to look in on you tomorrow. Probably the definition of bi-curious. It started off watching porn and seeing the penis being the dominant feature of porn and getting on to seeing 2 men together with the same woman along with the odd bit of transsexual or bisexual porn. I found myself starting to fantasize about being the woman in the films, on my knees in front of the man, being fed his hard dick and making him thrust into my mouth.I eventually found my way on to a gay chat site and got chatting to a man that stayed not far. And he started kissing her again she was horny, that he was sure of now. He picked her up and sat her up on the kitchen top. His lips crushed hers and her hands were ruining his freshly comber hair, he was alright with that. His hands were busy trying to take her clothes off. But she was not having any of that she was a teaser. He focused his attention on her neck. He was kissing her neck and licking it all over. God! She smells good, he thought again. He bit on her ear lobe and she responded. Or so it seemed to her now, as she lay there.There was nothing to do but think. Paul wanted no books or other diversions to relieve the monotonous boredom of her solitary confinement. And when she had nothing but her own thoughts, she kept coming back to the same ones, over and over. And by constantly dwelling on her humiliation, her degraded actions with Paul -- and now, even with Betty -- she could feel only shame for what she had become. She wished that he had killed her. Then it would be.