He has reduced me to a piece of meat. And I can’t stop thinking about him, about his fat cock, about sex. it is like some grotesque variant of Beaut... and the Beast. I find myself actually feeling sympathy for him. I find myself needing him. If I am honest with myself I will admit I find myself wanting him. And what he does to me. What he makes me do. He exudes power. Mastery. Images of that clinical torture chamber inside the vault keep appearing on the fringes of my mind and fleeting questions. All of my friends knew of my proclivity to eat my wife’s cream pies, though at first some of them thought it quite odd if not disgusting, they have since learned to accept it and even after the first few times have begun to encourage the behavior.This year preceding the party all of them at one time or another had promised me that this year was going to be special, and that they were conspiring to give me a unique Christmas present that they hoped I would enjoy.Other than this rather cryptic. Lucy smiled slightly as she began sorting through the meager amount of clothes she had brought across. The smile faded and the nervousness returned when she realized she had no idea of how to dress. It was a job interview so she should dress professionally. But it was a job interview with a porn agency, so she should dress sexily.She shook her head, unable to decide. With a sigh, she picked up the phone. It was just past 8 a.m. and she hoped Rebecca would be available. She was uncertain she. If she could convince anyone that it had really happened, I would not only lose my job, I would probably end up in court, even though she was of age and had started it all. I was not actually too worried about this part, however, as I was fairly well convinced that she wanted to continue our arrangement, at least long enough to pass my class. I was much more worried about what would happen tonight, when I had told her to come to my office again. Last night she had seemed to take my direction.