It should be fun, but I don't think you have anything appropriate to wear, so we'll need to go shopping first.”“Yes, Sir,” Jody said in a quiet ...urious voice. He didn't know what clothes would be right, but he knew Mr. Wyler would know just the right outfit.They drove up to downtown Los Angeles. The store was painted all black with pink lettering. Glancing in the windows, Jody thought it must be a sex shop or boutique. Once inside, his suspicions were confirmed.Mr. Wyler picked out a black very. I didn't do it, he did. He made me enjoy watching myself on TV. I heard a moan and looked over at Ballard. He had stood up and was jacking off after watching me fuck myself while watching my performance on the TV. As this very sick picture burned itself into my mind, I quickly looked around the room, trying to find another camera filming us. I didn't see any, but I just knew this asshole had to be filming me, again getting proof of me doing another sick thing that could destroy my marriage.I. I don't give myself freely, but I'm giving myself to you because you're a man I want, and I want you to make love to me, without any conditions. We are both free, and that feeling is good."My hands slid up her spine, it was so long since I had touched a woman like that. Her soft breasts with their hard little nipples were against my shirt, my cock was becoming hard, and as we kissed, I almost lifted her off the ground towards me.The bathrobe slipped to the hall floor, and I scooped her up, and. Still, their faces accused her. In her mind’s eye, she felt they knew this was all her fault, that she had brought this calamity upon them. In silence, she felt their accusations pile atop the guilt within her.It was too much. She couldn’t let these people sacrifice themselves for her. Not for her. She was unworthy. She was guilty.Then, suddenly, the metal-encased woman surged forward to join the fight. She had done her duty; her charges safely out of harm’s way. Vestra looked back and saw the.