For me the times of the Pink Belly carried a particularly delicious ambiguity.I loved administering a good Pink Belly, but I also loved receiving one....Iloved the attention, the humiliation. I loved being stripped, held down andhurt. I was a very big and strong boy, larger by far than all my friends. Probablyat any time I could have broken away from my assailants and done some realdamage in self-defense. But I never did that. I always allowed myself to betaken and tormented. I had for years been. Later our company became fully Indianowned.Then onwards this building was not kept in much use. It was variously used as aTraining Centre, as guest house, as storage for containers received fromRailways, sometimes rented for shooting films and finally for dumping oldrecords, unsued obsolete spares and damaged furniture. One old watchman wasthere to look after the property and he stayed in the outhouse.Occasionally some Director will criticise in Board Meetings for keeping thisproperty idle and. My left hand moves up and unbuttons my blouse to the second to last button. It then cups my full breasts as I pull them out of my bra. My breathes are still deep but much louder as I feel sweat beading up on my forehead. I allow myself a lil moan as I shove 2 fingers into my hairless pussy. I think back to the last gloryhole scence I watched as my hips start to grind on my fingers. My head falls slowly to the left side, and I feel something hit my ear. It's not immediately obvious as I jump. It didn't work out exactly as planned. Sinead's car was still parked outside the apartment building. Kate just said, "What the hell, I'm going in and tell them I saw them together. Anyway," she decided, "I'm leaving Sean so this is the perfect time to get it over with." Kate entered the apartment with enough noise to wake up the dead. It was her way to let the lovers know she was home and it worked. Instead of the two people scrambling to cover their tracks, Sinead yelled, "Kate, is that you?.