The sponges pressed against the bottoms of her ribs below the heart and sent her screaming while seeing a bright white light. ‘Don’t send me back ...o China. I can’t stand the mindless consumerism. I can’t stand the lack of touch in our society. I can’t stand putting myself back for the good of the family. I’d rather die than go back there. I want a Western man who listens to me and cares about my feelings. I can’t go back there!’ The torturer turned around to studiously pick a surgical blade. ” -=*=- Janet and Dan were very open about sharing some of theirexperiences, and we met for drinks that week in a lounge neartheir apartment. “Jan and I have been living together for seven years, andfor the last three we’ve been married. We experimented withswinging and had some nice encounters. We used to visit Plato’sRetreat, and we’ve met some nice couple there.” Janet added, “I have a. ”“Yes Sir.” I held my position, pleasantly exposed and vulnerable. He got up and rifled through the bedside drawer until he found the lube and squeezed some out onto his fingers. He grasped one of my ass cheeks with his other hand, squeezing it gently so I could feel my asshole being tugged. His cold lubricated fingers pressed against me, sliding around my anus, the tip of one finger just pressing into me.“Open up for me pet. Loosen that tight little asshole for daddy.” His finger slid in. It seemed like forever had past with him just staring at me. I was getting more and more worried what he was going to do: was he going to yell more, was he going to hit me or worse tell my mom. He closed the bedroom door and said "show me!” I looked confused and didn't move. He looked sternly at me and said again "show me what you would do!" I then lied back on my bed and began to reach under the skirt and rub myself watching rick watery eyed from my tears wondering what was going to happen. He.