If I were a woman my colleagues would cattily hiss behind my back and say ‘She’s given up, poor dear, just LOOK at those shoes, it is so sad (cluc... cluck), if she only TRIED a little bit…’ Instead, I imagine I come across as an insouciant Ralph Lauren-like executive of a certain means and age, with an accenting touch of grey at the ears. Though I could be wrong. And so I trudged down Broadway, my eyes stinging, and as I walked my nose began to run – my sinuses have been hell for weeks. I was. "Again I was flabbergasted. I had just fingered her to an orgasm and she agreed to touch my cock. Yet she thought it inappropriate to see it."There's visual stimulation as well," I said."What do you mean?" Don't you like looking at your husband's penis? Doesn't it excite you?"She blushed and said, "It used to ... in the beginning." But not anymore?" This time I'm sure my face showed the confusion I was accustomed to seeing on hers."Well, I guess it got boring." I think seeing mine will be kind. Robert and Cal take turns washing your beautiful body tenderly, being careful not to irritate your swollen pussy.We all step back and take a look.Your face is glowing, a large red blotch where Cal's big cock had slapped you across the face is on your left cheek.Your chest is still flushed. Your tits are red with hand marks and starting to show signs of a little bruising.Your pussy is swollen and red. Your ass is in a similar condition as your tits are.You look down at yourself."I don't know. “He made me...” she hesitated and then went on in a rush, “take all my clothes off. He said if I didn’t he could cause me a lot of pain that wouldn’t leave any marks, so no one would see. I didn’t know what I was most frightened of,” she sobbed.Jake took her hand as she went on:“He would sit there, with his ... thing, you must realise that I had no idea of these matters when I was taken, I don’t know what to call things even now. But he would make me dance,” she sobbed again.“You don’t need...”.