He was herformer boyfriend? When I blurted out something about that she got angryat me. Somehow she turned the situation around and made it sound li...e itwas me who was being unreasonable. I ended up apologizing. She hadcalmed down somewhat by then but was still pouty. That was when Ivolunteered to 'do nice things' for her in bed.Tilda gave me a sly smile and said, "You want to worship your goddess?"That was a strange way to put it but I said, eager to get past ourconflict, "Of course I do.. I was given a code and found myself in a booth. It wasn’t much, more like an oversized closet with a seat in front of a control panel and a video screen at one end. It wasn’t pitch black, but it was dim and it smelled subtly of cleaning supplies which I guess was better than smelling like stale cum. Actually, I’d wasn’t too sure about that. Yes, I’d chosen one with a glory hole, something I was already regretting, but determined. And yes, I made sure that it was next to one with a green light. You looked me over critically, telling me to make sure my cunt was shaved bare and to have an enema that afternoon. My skin tingled with anticipation, as I imagined what you had planned for me.You'd never shared me, but I often wondered what it would be like to feel two mouths sucking on my nipples, or to be fucked in both holes while I sucked off a third cock. If it pleased you, I would be your obedient little slut.That evening, freshly showered, shaved and plugged, I waited for you to get. "Don't worry Leanne, I know you love it, but we won't waste yourspecial medicine on this, you are only having a harmless sedative fornow, there will be plenty of time for you to have your fun later."That laugh that terrible laugh such a horrible evil rendition madeworse by the electronic synthesiser.He half climbed onto the bed, on top of me, the syringe in his righthand, his knee on my chest holding me down. The dressing gown, mydressing gown which I saw he was again wearing, opened revealing.