We were so close, I owed her an explanation.That's how I ended up sitting in her living room the next day, telling her the gory details of the most hu...iliating episode of my life. I began by pulling down my shorts and panties enough to let her see the full text of the tattoo's horrible brand, "Property of" in tiny letters above the larger name she'd seen below: "Catherine".I think it is fair to say that she was stupefied, and she didn't interrupt me as I told her the story of my college. I messaged him, “Honey, I will tell you all about it when I am back.” I sent him a selfie with a wink.I walked towards the Jacuzzi. I stood in front of the boys. My son was surprised. He asked, “Mom! what are you wearing? My friend is here.” I answered, “What are you talking about? I want to look sexy for my boyfriend.” I removed my heels and got into the Jacuzzi.My son answered, “But you are my mom!” I sat in the Jacuzzi and answered, “What’s wrong? This covers everything.” The water was below. The office had already been at work. Today’s intelligence reports were neatly stacked on my desk. The agency specialists had highlighted items by what they thought I should give special attention to. I made my own highlights for the cross examination I would give them in the meetings.Another paper had the funeral arrangements for President Thomas. His body was to lie in state in the Rotunda for two days; that would be Thursday and Friday. A service was to be held at the National Cathedral on. The pain was making me orgasm again and again, but also made me piss myself from the abuse my cunt was receiving, it pouring out in front of me and down my legs making a pool on the floor. I was now well and truly humiliated, and the audience was entertained and enjoying seeing me so. Then, Chas took over, whipping every part of me, until I hung limp and moaning from the ropes tieing my wrists. Telling me what a whore and a slut I was, how I should have this more often, telling me he was going.