" Going to report it?" You're joking, right? The Police are going to take seriously a sexual assault on a prostitute? Nah. I'll go to the GU clinic in...the morning, get tested."When you work in psychiatry – which I did, of course, before I transferred – you get a sense of when someone isn't being entirely honest. I didn't doubt she'd been assaulted, but... "There's more, Becky, isn't there? Won't you tell me the rest?"That was when she broke down and cried. I gave up with the first-aid. There. I never had release from her since Mistress kept a cock cage on me and only allowed me release every few days, mostly by her hand, and occasionally in an all-night liaison as lovers. I sorely wished that Donna could get her comeuppance someday for being such a cock tease. I made my way to the discipline room a few minutes before two, and got my second surprise of the day. Donna was the one bent over, completely naked, feet well apart, and bound to the structure! I had never seen her completely. “Bluefin tuna,” he admitted quietly.“What?”“Bluefin tuna,” he repeated, slightly louder.Liz stared at her husband before laughing. “You caught Charlie the Tuna?”“Hey! Charlie was damn big! He weighed almost a hundred-fifty kilos!” Bob protested.Liz smiled. “Okay, so that’s a lot of tuna fish. Go take your shower.”“Tough sucker, too! Fought like hell!”“Go take a shower.”Bob smiled and headed towards the bathroom, stripping as he went. “Charlie was a real son of a bitch!”Liz just laughed. She. This was the time I always used to keep waiting for. She used to show me her boobs without covering. She used to think I was still small.This was my only chance to see her nude. The same continued for years. Later we moved on to our new home. This house was smaller than the old one and there was only one small room. I used to sleep in a room and my parents and sister used to sleep in a hall. Since my sister used to sleep with them, I knew there was no chance my parents going for sex. And in.