She would have chosen to be almost anywhere else if the choice had been hers to make. But his client had come to own her as a result of his own effor...s a year earlier. He experienced a thrill as he realized that her present sexual services were a kind of reward to him from the client for a job well done.He had not felt compassion for her. She had deliberately defrauded many businesses and her present sexual slavery was a punishment well deserved. He felt that he could, therefore, enjoy. Photos I only allowed friends to view. Over the next week or so, we continued to run into each other in the chat rooms. We also became friends on Yahoo. While in one of the rooms, the subject had turned to mild BDSM. I mentioned something about nipple clamps and cuffs. And that I liked things like that. You whispered to me that you went the other way. I naively asked what that meant. When you replied that you liked to be the one to apply those things, my heart beat a bit faster. I felt my pussy. I stood up and moved my dick ever closer towards her dripping pussy. She continued to lie on the desk, knees bent towards the ceiling with her feet flat on the end of the desk. Her eyes were closed, waiting in anticipation for the pleasure of her life. I put my arms across her legs and put my hands on the outside of her thighs. I inserted the head of my cock, knowing that I would need to be delicate. She was no virgin, but I’d figured that she hadn’t been fucked more than once or twice. I went. The feel of her tongue in my mouth blanked my mind. Then, it was the touch of her soft hair and the feel of her body pressed against mine, I never forgot her kiss. Then, just as sudden and exciting was her kiss, she slapped me hard across the face. It was the most bittersweet moment in my life. Had she plunged a dagger in my heart, I would have felt less pain. Her slap tormented me for decades. Never had I felt such conflict of emotions, such ignited lust for her and, then, such heart breaking.