For a few moments the screen was blank again and there the screen flashed into life showing a view of an office somewhere. There was an empty chair an... you could see the side of a television but not the screen. Hushed voices could be heard but it was impossible to make out what was being said. Then suddenly there was the sound of someone knocking on a door."Come in, Mrs Bartholomew," a disembodied male voice, said. Then a few seconds later, "sit down please?"Emily appeared on the screen and sat. .No" My Darling Portuguese lover frowned, looking deeply into my eyes with his dark expressive eyes. He looked so sad and disappointed, "Encantadorada, you do not trust me, you make me so sad. Belle, you want me to go away forever?" His breath warm and sweet made me want to cry, and i begged this time for Him to stay.He bound me up, and while tied to his bed, he inflicted pain, he slapped me, my breasts, my pussy, my ass. Over and over using the pain as a counterpoint to the pleasure he gave. It was almost as if they felt direct contact was demeaning in some way and was entirely unprofessional unless they were ordered to by higher authority or were in civilian clothing themselves and either headed out the gate for a short stretch of “Liberty” or even a longer period of “Leave” that gave them some respite from the constant routine of following orders for every little facet of living in a fully organized society.Sam was tolerably pleased that Nettie decided to stick with him instead. We arrived at the office around 12:30 am, assembled our papers and loaded them into the car. The route took about three hours and during a space in time where we had no deliveries, I started to confess to Courtney about my writing the series about the two of us. I didn't tell her everything that first night, in fact, I didn't get into detail until our third full night of working together. Courtney's response amazed me. She said that she wanted to read the first installment as soon as we got.