Sam glanced over at Trish, who was startingstraight ahead through the windshield at nothing in particular, justeying the scene."I don't think of mysel... as a prude, but isn't BDSM making a mockery ofall the real suffering that so many have had to live through? I mean...setting aside the Hebrew slaves in ancient Egypt, the American slavesbefore Civil War, the countless girls forced to be concubines ofJapanese emperors, and so on; doesn't this girl understand that thereare sick fucks in this very. Back in town, she would be her own woman, would do her job at the company so well, so efficiently, that she would be able to stand there on her own merits and not just as pleasure object for the executives. She would quietly melt into the background of the steno pool, never mention this shameful week in the mountains to the other girls, never discuss the things that went on, the things that happened, the things that she had allowed to be done to her. If she could stand to, she would go back to. By the time the Ladies eventually relent and release me from my bondage, I feel barely human, far past the point of screaming, shaking and sweating, floating like a glowing cinder above the roaring bonfire of an orgasm I cannot quite reach. They untie my balls, and unwinding the cord from the sac – bringing me back down to my tormented flesh - making me scream. My legs give out from under me and they bear me up between them to the bondage bench, lie me on my back and loosely bind my wrists. It seemed odd that there was so little resistance, but it felt quite pleasant when Sandra started milking his cock with well practised cunt muscles.Nige had barely started when he started to shoot his load.Nozzer was ecstatic. “Man that was the best shit ever!” He declared loudly to anyone who would listen, “I reckon I might turn gay me self if its that good,” he added drunkenly.“You really are gross,” Algenon exclaimed.“You ent supposed to shit,” Tommy Hunt says reasonably.“Right,” says.