We would tussle a little and giggle. We usually did this whenwe had nothing better to do on the weekend. We would just lay in bed nakedand fool around... and talk. We would talk about any number of things. Sometimes we talked aboutfantasies we had when we were younger. Sometimes we would discuss the newsof the day or describe what it was like to orgasm. There were no settopics, and nothing was out of bounds. We just lay there naked, teasingeach other like four year-olds, talking.I had met. Masturbating was as close to the real thing that I thought I would ever get with John. Even though my nightgown was pushed up and my breasts and pussy were exposed as John played with my breast, and I rubbed my pussy on his leg, I felt safe. Somehow I knew I could trust John not to take it any further. I did start to feel a bit uncomfortable with what he might think of me being so forward, “I’m not being too weird, am I?”“No, Mom, you’re not. You know I love you and will do anything to make you. .. and you’ll have the attention of the entire crowd.’The women applauded as the bewildered male had his hands untied temporarily, so’s he be led on all fours up to the noose by his Mistress, and allowed to enjoy the shame of displaying his ringed balls and broad anal plug to all those close by. Their sheer enjoyment in witnessing his humiliation before death was made clear by the raucous volume of their jeering, as he was pulled from the cart by eager helpers, then whipped smartly to ensure. Certainly, no one could ever remember the police visiting before.Inspector Jones continued, "The complaint was made by Jane."Everyone turned to look at Jane who was sitting at the table and was blushing. She was twenty-two-years-old and had been working in the accounts team for three months.Inspector Jones continued. She looked at Sarah and said, "The complaint is against you, Sarah, for performing a sex act on Jane in front of several members of the team. In fact, her mum made the complaint. I.