He sat beside me on the bed. "Do you have my money" he asked. "I have some" I replied reaching for my briefcase. He took the briefcase from me, opened...the lid and removed the small pile of twenty dollar notes. "This paltry amount" he tossed the money on to the bed. Disgusted he pulled me over his lap, reached under my skirt and roughly yanked my underwear down my stockinged legs. My knickers were stuffed in my mouth muffling my protests. "Mrs Sukoff I am not happy. You owe me the original $20k. "Get in," he said. He wasn't asking this time, he was telling her. She didn't even think about it, she just approached the pillory and placed her head and wrists in place as she had before. He lowered the top and latched it closed, locking her in once more. But this time they were alone and they would be undisturbed. "Now then Miss Bell, you seem to be very interested in this device. Is there some reason for your fascination?" he asked. "Um, well, I...” She said, unable to find the words. "I. I knew exactly what he had in mind. "Look up at me bitch!" he ordered.As he firmly held my head in place, he gyrated his hips, thrusting his hard, manly cock deep into my mouth. He thrusted again this time harder and deeper. He kept it up, thrusting his huge cock deeper and deeper down, until it filled my mouth and throat completely. I coughed and gagged but there was nothing I could do. He wouldn't let me move my head. I just had to stay still and take it. His thrusts got harder and more. Most of the guests were already married, and he found it hard to communicate with the staff, attractive as they were. One morning, he went to the lounge for a little relaxation. He saw a very beautiful woman reading alone in a large chair over by the World War I memorial. Who knows, he thought as he sat down next to her, she could turn out to be very nice. It was worth a try. ‘Um, hi.’ he said nervously. Admittely, he had almost forgotten how to talk to a regular woman. ‘Greetings.’ the woman.