A short walk, and then into a small, sterile room, white and bare except for a drain and yet one more chain hanging down above it. Shoving her relucta...tly moving body forward, her hands were again pulled above her head and then one of the guards produced a knife. Gasping quietly before she could contain the sound, Neira clamped her lips tightly closed, eyes following suit as her gray and dirtied jumpsuit was cut and ripped from her. The tanktop and panties underneath it follow soon. She felt her heart racing and a lump forming in her throat. She was terrified…and he noticed.He smiled wickedly, licked his lips and bit the lower one as he looked up and down at her. Suddenly, an invisible force lifted her up in the air leaving her completely powerless. He approached her and placed a belt around her waist, a collar around her neck and shackles on her wrists and ankles, which he attached to some chains that kept her suspended in the air in the middle of the room. It was some. . well... bad. I had always been good little Monica, and now, here I was about to do whatever it took to get this fucking internship, and I didn't even have to do it. I could probably get the internship without doing anything with this loser. So there was a moment I almost turned around and walked away. My weeks and weeks of planning and preparing for this gone. But it was just a moment, then I let the smile spread, the smile that my Mom had told me seemed to spread just a bit too far. My. He’d fuck every day if he had his way. Now I don’t have to feel guilty that his needs aren’t being met.”“And these women’s husbands actually want to see your husband fuck their wives?” woman number one asked, dumbfounded at the whole idea of this.“Apparently so,” the second woman replied. “I guess it takes all kinds. All I know is, things are better at home because he’s happy and I am happy. We still have great sex once a week and he’s not screwing around wining and dining some little slut to.