I dotted every ‘I’ and crossed every “T”. Heck, even my skirt met the requirement of being 5 inches above my knee, but I made sure that they w...re not an inch shorter. And really, I had always went out of my way not to be like some of the, how should I say, ‘looser’ secretaries, some of the younger women in their teens and early twenties that I worked with.But my humiliation didn’t end there. With my dry pussy thoroughly mauled and my pride all but erased from my psyche- he ordered me to suck. "Maybe later we can go for a swim, if you'd like", he offered."That's okay. I don't have a swimsuit to wear and would need to go out to the store and buy one", Nancy said."You don't need to wear a swimsuit. I almost never wear one when I go in. With all the trees around here and no neighbors nearby, no one can see what's going on back there anyway."Nancy just smiled a little and shook her head, but secretly was still intrigued at the thought. As they continued the tour, Paul showed her his. The cheese board was accompanied by Slivovitz, Plum Brandy, but I was past noticing what I was drinking. I think Chloe tried to draw me out but failed. Only one thing penetrated the fear of statistics. She told me she’d changed my bedding. That was odd. I had brought my own sheets and things. Changing my bedding was not part of her duties as a landlady. At the end of the meal I was drunk and miserable. Miserable because I still had the overwhelming fear of failure, miserable because an evening. Anything could happen here and there would be no stopping it. Your spirit could be broken in this room. The cold air and metal restraints make you shiver. So bare; so powerless. My footsteps grow louder in the hall.As I enter I can see your head drop. You knew what was to happen, and you knew why. On yesterday's ride, you were petulant. You chose a short light skirt that was far too revealing. Your behavior was also quite unsatisfactory. Your laughter drew attention and leering stares from.