She reckoned it served him right too, for tupping her sister without telling her first… She in a temper, had kicked him in the nuts so hard he was a...week in bed and that was what brought on the droop, Portnoys or whatever you call it! It wasn’t that he had cheated on her, my mum min, isn’t like that at all! No… it was that he did it behind her back, it was the secrecy that had hurt… well hurt him anyway. Either way, he had come to me last April and asked if I would stand in for him with my mum. He invited me in, asked if I would like a drink. I asked him for a water as I had to go to work after finishing up here. He led me to his living room couch and sat down a comfortable distance away from me. We talked for what seemed like forever. I kept trying to inconspicuously glance over his shoulder at the cable box to check the time. The TV was playing in the background, some country music award show. I hadn't noticed while we were talking but as we were talking he had slowly started to. ? There were about three dozen men in the group.? They milled around - waiting.? And then Erik saw what it was they were waiting for.? Three guards emerged from a doorway leading a white woman by a leash around her neck.? Her hands were bound behind her back. Erik recognized the woman....it was his wife, Pamela!!!? They marched her to a spot in front of the platform and turned her to face the crowd.? Her face was tearstained - she had been crying.? Erik began to make a fuss. ?He attempted to. By the way, if you need to 'go' now is your last chance for the night, I would suggest you make the most of it.?With those words of advice she turned the water to the main shower head and switched the water to cold. The ice cold water hit like an anvil, instantly washing away any feelings of bliss and pleasure and forcing me to pull on the restraints trying to be free of the icy torrent. She stepped out and closed the door to the shower to dry herself off and prepare. Amidst the cold water.