”“Who was the girl that I saw? Is she being blackmailed also?” Cheryl softly asked, as they drove.“Not exactly. We keep her at the fraternity ...ouse, she’s our inhouse sex slave,” Garry replied.“She’s being held captive?” Cheryl asked.“You wanna take her place?” Garry asked, in a dominant tone.“No. What I’m being forced to do is bad enough,” Cheryl replied, in a soft subdued voice, as Garry pulled into her driveway and then let her out.The next date with Garry was different. Instead of the usual. I am (or was) very untidy, and tended to drop my clotheswhere I took them off. I also tended to leave tools and papers lyingabout, to Jennie's mild annoyance.The other was my hair. At boarding school we had to have our hair cutshort, and when I got to Uni I rebelled and grew it long. I mistakenlythought that women were attracted by men with long manes. I had it tidiedup (at Jennie's insistence) before my interview, but once I wasestablished in the back office, I let it grow again. I would only. And it's gonna sound really stupid," I said."Just say it," Katie said."I don't have protection. You know I'm married. I don't, well, use anything," I finally said.I knew my face was red. I was embarrassed as hell. I felt stupid as fuck.Katie looked at me and started kissing me. I felt her tongue slide gently into my mouth.I could not believe this was happening."I have protection in my dresser. If you think you gotta use it," Katie finally said.I couldn't believe it."Excuse me? You're like uh,. Ooooh it goes deep in me and then out. I wanna play with my clit, press my boobs. But i cant..it makes me more horny and i feel myself close. I cum hard moaning out loud and the machine keeps pounding me with the same force. Oh i wish men had the same force. I moan and quiver and shake as the plastic pounds into my sensitive pussy not caring i just came. 'ooh aah!' i moan, but it doesnt stop. I try to reach down to my phone but i realise i am tied!!. Damn!! I feel another pressure building in.