‘For the stag night. You’re the best man – isn’t all that part of your duties?’ ‘Oh. I dunno. Maybe I will. Um – probably not. Bit sexis..., bit old-fashioned, you know.’ ‘I never had you down for a feminist.’ ‘There you go, then – I can still surprise you.’ He looked down at his knees – then, without raising his gaze, he murmured, ‘Would you feel better if I did want a stripper?’ ‘That’s a strange question.’ ‘Not really. It’d make me more of a normal bloke – you know, oh look, there’s a fit. I came too. I was exhausted.Warren took off his sport coat. He wrapped it around me, said "time to go," and walked me to the car. I'm sure people saw me walking to my car in just a sport coat,When we got onto the road, all of a sudden I was scared. I mean Warren could have stopped it at any time, but maybe it was a test of how far I'd go.Warren finally broke the silence. "You are fucking hot," he said. "I am not letting you out of the bedroom all weekend. I am going to fuck your slutty little. After fitting me in the restraints, he fixes my hair. I hear the squeaking of wheels approach, and smell more of that meat I ate before. I feel each hot slice as it's placed on my body. It's all very hot, but not enough to burn me. After a while of this, the meat begins to feel like a heavy weight on me. Once the last slice is on me, the man asks me, "Are you alright under there?" Yeah. I'm good. I'll be completely still." And silent," he adds, as he puts a metal ballgag in my mouth,. Then she showed me where I would besleeping. I think my eyes must have been very wide. It was the mostgirlish room I ever seen. There was a princess bed with fairies hangingdown from the ceiling. The curtains were lacy and white while the wallswere pink. The carpet was white and fluffy. There were pictures ofprincesses on one wall, and on the other wall there were posters of JustinBieber and One Direction. I knew that this was going to give menightmares. Maybe I should have picked the other.