I reached over and took her wrists, pulling her up onto the counter. It was high enough that she dangled. I walked around behind her, seeing her puffy...sex opening up. I placed a hand between her legs, pressing with my palm. So, what happened? You got scared when your time came? You decided to act like a Domme so you wouldnt have to go through the trial? I slapped her ass. Answer me, Liza. She cried out. Yes, Sir. Mother told me how she was misused during her first trial, and how she was lost. There were grins and chuckles of amusement at the sight of the black cloth bag turning and nodding like some obscene toy.In the darkness behind the lights, Colonel Karif shared in the anticipation with the half dozen discreetly invited guests. All were men, senior members of the regime or their friends. Men with the right kind of influence who, like the colonel, found an extra sexual pleasure in watching interrogation sessions; especially those sessions where the victims were young, attractive. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to find the right angle or height or whatever would make it go.And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. Within a split second, three things happened: I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my mind that the hole he’d hit had been my ass. I didn’t have a lot of time to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a second later. In. Sherrie, you are one fine example of your gender! What a shame you don't date colleagues." I grinned at her."Steve you always were a charmer even to that geek in the office. But just remember you don't work for the same employer as me, so technically we're not work colleagues." What an enchanting idea Sherrie. Except for that one fly in the ointment, I'm married!" Damn, just when I thought I was going to get lucky." She grinned. "Still if you ever get tired of married life, you know my.