Now memory wiped by her horribly lovely older sister who decided afterto make her go through the videos and headphones audio tapes again, time10 times...over. The processes made her a timed, needy, girly manba gyarufrom the bipolar syndrome she was developing. She begged her sister tomake her suffer via whipping, she was glad to accept the request, beatenby her sister over and over the permeant bruises making her alwaysremember the experience."who am I' asked the little despair."You're Miko. Willy told my husband that I was already wet; as the bastard ran his hand over my slit. Then his hand left my body and moved to his zipper.I heard him lower it and soon I felt the throbbing heat from his naked hard cock against my belly. I began to struggle more, but again it was useless.My beloved husband had promised his friend that he could fuck me and there was nothing I could do about it. His friend took my hand and pushed it down until I could feel his hard shaft against my palm. He. "Nothing important. I put the materials for the quarterly on your desk. There were only a few messages. No calls from Canberra." Right. Let me put this down. I'll be back."I went into my office, then back and got myself some coffee, sat down and munched my sandwich. It was already afternoon in the ACT. Oh, well. What was it Doris Day sang in that Hitchcock movie? Right! "Que sera sera... " No point in fretting now. I picked up the top folder. Then the next, and the next. The phone buzzed."It's. “Have you ever wanted to just let go for one night?” She asked seductively.“All the time.” Was his reply.“Take me somewhere.”At this point he didn’t know if she meant another club, a restaurant perhaps, or was she a hooker looking to score a trick? He glanced into the rear view and adjusted it up to meet her eyes. They were waiting for him. Those deep dark eyes with swirling red centers.He knew what she wanted.He drove to ‘his’ place behind the warehouses and the long forgotten machinery. He’d.