"Hm," he said.He took a step closer. I'd been looking him in the eye, but as that bulge approached, as that flat, hairy stomach got closer, I couldn't...look at anything else."And how often do you do this?"This? What was this, I wondered. What was he going to let me do? What was he about to do to me?I shook my head."Never," I said. Then I licked my lips. "Just once. In college."When the bulge stopped about two feet from my face, I looked up. I couldn't quite read the expression on his. When she wasn’t around, I’d leaf through the magazineand try to identify the picture that had startled even her. I knewabout “regular” sex, now, so I only bought magazines that featuredthe most perverse or perverted acts I could imagine. And I soondiscovered that the most graphically explicit photos were the onesthat mesmerized Alex. That summer, I was on a secondhand anal sex binge. Those photosseemed to arouse me even more than the pictures of oral sex inwhich I had. Scott bent me over the table, pushing my tits onto the top and spreading my legs. “Mike stand here and watch, then she can watch when it’s your turn, perhaps that will help you learn your lesson.” The cane swished down again and again, criss crossing my bum and thighs. I wriggled and writhed spreading my legs more and more but I hardly cared. Finally the stinging was over and I stood and rubbed my bum, while Mike watched my tits bounce around. Mrs. Martin said, “I think we’ll give Mike his. I stared at her a moment. The moment drew on. I didn't take her hand, I just looked at it as if it would bite me. Sinne's smile froze on the verge of cracking. I glanced at my wife, who was looking at me quizzically, but not angrily, and realized this was one of Sinne's little games. Not funny, this time, dammit. Not fucking funny. I took a deep breath, mumbled a greeting, and then excused myself rudely. I heard my wife apologizing to Sinne, telling her that I'd been very stressed at work.