Then they slid me head-first into a tube not much bigger around than a ziti. Really! This is what the stuffing in cannelloni must feel like! Then they...told me to relax. Relax? Where? There's not enough room in here to relax!My arms still wouldn't come down to my sides. I opened my eyes, and there's the wall (ceiling?) of the tube, about four inches above my face. I closed my eyes again. For a very long time.Igor had told me I'd hear some thumping or knocking sounds, so when the tapping started. She grunted and came really closer with it. "Being my heroine means being my slut, doll. Do you think you can handle it?" Please, sir, it would be an honour to be your slut. Please make me your slave and slut? Aaaaaah" I pulled my finger out and rammed it really hard into her tight wet cunt which made her punctuate her sentence with a long lip-biting scream. My cock was so hard it was clearly visible as poking through the nightgown. "Take your clothes off." Yes, sir" I watched with hungry eyes. " No sir," she said, tears leaking from her eyes. She turned and followed Camille into the house."Pardon my ignorance, but how will I know if she masturbates, gets fucked by every frat boy at the university or remains chaste?" Harry asked, firing up the hot tub."She'll tell you," Carol said. "She'll practically beg to tell you if she doesn't obey you, and she'll be too proud to keep it in if she does. I think she will obey — she doesn't seem to be as high-maintenance as Marcie Hurley." Yeah,". Mr. Arjun asked her for a lift to home and she agreed. They talked for while regarding daily work in the car. After a while, Mr. Arjun finally asked her, “What you and Mr. Jayesh were doing in office?” She was shocked. For a minute, she was thinking of what to say.But after a minute, she elaborated, “What do I do? My husband never fulfills my needs. I don’t trust any other person. So I made a trust on Mr. Jayesh and we ended up with this. It was our 4th time. We did the same in the office 2.