Sean said, "Gerald worships the ground Sheila walks on. He uses words like "professional" and "precise" when he refers to her." My mouth fell open. Ge...ald using the word "professional" was bad enough, but "precise"? About another individual? It boggled the mind, yet, it rang true. Sheila had just cut me to bleeding shreds and used only four or five sentences—short sentences with lots of one syllable words.Fortunately, Sheila did not gloat. That was almost as impressive as her performance.. It was like a blurr, cloths were everywhere, I had a cock in my mouth before I could even think about it, sucking a strangers cock is so nasty, and than having a guy putting his head between your legs and his tongue deep into my cunt is wonderful. But after only a couple of minutes I needed more, I turned over and kneeled on the ground and over the leg portion of my chair and offered up my pussy and ass for my new friends to fuck. And fuck they did.. they took turns screwing my pussy and than. With surprising gentleness he raised her to her feet and kissed her hand. For a moment they gazed into each other´s eyes in a communion I could not interpret. Then the slave girl Dorinda rejoined the audience. She did not sit down. There fell then a silence. No one stirred. Dorinda had been a preliminary. The stage was bare, waiting. It took a little time before I felt his eyes. Then I became aware that the three men were looking at me too. They knew something I did not. Shamefacedly, the two. My mouth fell open at the cheek of him andI was speechless to think of a reply knowing my silence would look likecompliance. I couldn?t take the image out of my head of him standing behind megloating as he removed my knickers and thrashed me with the tawse. Why on earthwas I acting so meekly towards him and I had the stark conclusion that it wasgoing to happen for real soon enough. The rest of the journey went by withoutanother word on the subject but I couldn?t think about anything else. I.