In the meantime I started kissing her. She clearly seemed uninterested and after my continuous attempts she came up with a “dear…I took a long sho...er in the evening and I am very tired today…let me sleep tonight please”. I cut a sorry figure, not the first time in the day and I could see Mr. Sharma’s big ugly face laughing hard at my misery.I turned the other side, and tried to sleep. Sleep is something that does not come to easily to me and when it does I don’t get up too easily either.. She walked in with her husband, she was about forty-five, a big lady (not fat) just big of frame and about 5”11” tall. Her dress and hairstyle was very old-fashioned. I know I’m being critical, but my initial reaction was she needed to have a bit of a makeover and she was definitely not making the most of her appearance.I heard quite a bit of their conversation and learned the following: his name was Bruce and she was in to have her tonsils removed next morning. They closed the curtains and. Chris knew Sandy was watching, she knew her best friend was somewhere there in the darkness, watching as she was dragged into the lowest, vilest depths of humiliation and depravity. She was once again, the second time in less than 24 hours, being treated like a whore. But how unlike last night! Francois had been such a gentleman. Now she was nothing but a plaything for these vicious men, theirs to fondle, to caress. Theirs to empty their seething loads of sperm into, just a lust- receptacle for. Is that what you want? And you haven't really seen how I treat Chrissy, but I use her a lot harder than I do Jamie and Becky. Are you giving me carte blanche to do what I want to you?" Um, maybe not," she said. "I don't think I deserve to be beaten that way." But you admitted to teasing my slave," I said. "Certainly that is worthy of punishment." She definitely looked less sure of what she had gotten herself into.I let her stew on that for a moment before I said, "I'll tell you what. I think I.