"You'er going to thank me for this very soon," I explained, even though she was cursing me through the gag. I hooked up the shower massager to the tap.... Turning it on, a misty jet of water shot from the hose. I lowered it toward her boiling box, pressing the nozzle against her pussy! Talk about wild reactions. It was as if I had pressed a 10,000 volt wire into her crotch. Her body went stiff as starch. The pulsating stream of water spewed inside her, splashing against her cervix, clitoris, and. I could only imagine her kicking off her coffee coloured heels, and hitching up her skirt and pulling down those wonderful sheer tights and hopefully leaving them in the bin of the unisex toilet, where i`d look after she was out of sight, and then pulling out the new pack opening the box, stretching out the tights, and then placing one foot in to the nylon material and making sure the toe seam is straight and then placing the other foot in, and then slowly pulling while smoothing the tights up. Marc took me by the collar and led me towards the centre of the room, in front of three chairs on which they sat. The atmosphere was silent and tense as I knelt like an accused in front of her judges. Marc let some minutes go by, which made the tension inside me almost unbearable. Then he spoke. "Stand." I got up on my feet. "Get on your knees." I sank to my knees. "Stand." This time, I hesitated. What was this meant for? I looked at him, his face said he meant it. I stood up. . ‘T-T-Tony Wilson,’ he repeated. ‘Well, T-T-Tony, you look surprised to see me.’ ‘Fuck yes!’ I tried to gather my thoughts. These two word conversations weren’t useful. ‘Where in hell’s name did you come from, and what the fuck are you doing in my room?’ I asked. Better. ‘I was in there,’ he said, and touched the gravy jug with the toe of his shoe, ‘ and I’m here because that’s where the lamp was when I got out.’ I studied him for a moment. He was a big guy – I mean, probably six-six and broad.