The scene was repeated everyday for the first week. Barbara cursed herself for not checking the video earlier. How dare they interfere with her therap...? Who the hell did they think they were?The images from the second week increased her anger even more. Then she caught Amber's orgasms from the pain stimulation. What the hell was that? Barbara had to go back and looked at it four times, before she realized that the little bitch was having orgasms from the shock therapy. What the hell was this?. "Y-Yes, S-Sir." I muttered, exhausted and afraid.Embarrassingly, the young black man then walked right up to my laying position behind the heavy practice bag. I remained nervous with the right side of my face still on the mat and trying to control my heavy breathing. Meanly, he seemed to purposely step right into his own large saliva puddle with his right foot, which was already dirty from the pool area and the workout center floor.His foot was inches before my face on the mat and I didn't know. His hands held my round hips as he guided me. Later, I could feel his hands now touching my thighs.He made me lay flat on a bench. And this time, I noticed his large bulge inside his sweats. When the workout was over, I had a nice good sweat covering my whole body and I was intoxicated by this black young man. He smiled, saying I had done a nice workout…He then said it was too late and I could have a quick shower before he would close the gym.I went into the shower and quickly rinsed off, but. What he was thinking about was that, while his title at the agency had been "analyst", he had done very little actual analysis. At least for external customers. He did analysis all the time as he used the sats to perform whatever mission he'd been tasked with. But that analysis was only to the point where it ensured that the specific needs listed on the mission sheet were met. He wasn't sure that was the kind of "analysis" Hawkins was talking about.Hawkins turned to the back of the folder in.