But as soon as the world turned its eyes away, things soon reverted to normal. For a while many of us were given clothes and moved inside. Then, after...three months we were all naked again and in the bloody cage, getting whipped as usual. Rashumba, Olga and a few others were never given clothes or let out of the cage. We would see them huddled together at night and being run to and from the quarry.After being put back in the cage again, I was the head prisoner, after miraculously beating off. When you have been practically nude in front of hundreds of howling men, and starred on a DVD, stripping off before the race is pretty trivial. The race itself was exciting. I could do that again. The punishment, I didn't like that. I hate to think of the pain, and if I ever came in last, oh God, I couldn't stand it.??I have been thinking, my treasured pet, that there may be ways to lessen the pain. If I could, I'd give you a shot of morphine, but I might not have a chance, after the race,. He started by telling me what fantastic feedback he had got from my performance the week before. He had received several messages from his friends and customers, and apparently, I had gone down really well. (No pun intended.) Then he told me what a wonderful fuck I was, and that he wanted some more, and that he was going to get it. It seemed I didn't have a choice, but the prospect sounded pretty good to me anyway.He asked if I would be prepared to do another night for him sometime. He didn't. Can you imagine, Em?" Emma laughs. "Oh no. The poor thing! And here's us with all this room." It's true. We've had a compartment pretty much to ourselves, spent most of the journey reclining opposite each other across two seats. Emma's still in this position now. "Life's not fair, is it, honey?" she giggles and she treats herself to a last luxurious stretch, arms together and over her head. She's been doing this periodically throughout and what always happens is that her tee-shirt (1) slides up.