Please… Maybe earlier I would have despaired over how fragile my voice sounded, but in the aftermath of what had just happened I could have cared le...s. I had reached some sort of emotional plateau, I was no longer afraid, only exhausted. I doubted any punishment she wanted to exact on me for speaking out of term would have done anything at all, the only things I could feel right now were the twin throbbing of my aching pussy and my strained wrists. I anticipated the hair pull, but didnt fear. It'sstrange because I really didn't think it was all that cold. And I'veREALLY got to do something about this weight I'm putting on. It'sstarting to show in my chest. I get through showering and get ready toshave, but notice that hasn't really grown in at all. "I guess that'swhere all the hair on my head is coming from!" I joke with myself.I get in to work and my boss stops by again."How are you feeling this morning? Did you go out last night?" Oh, no, I just stayed in. I'm feeling fine,. I never said a word and he didn’t stop me. I stopped when my fingers reached his balls. We just stared at each other. His breathing was erratic and mine was no better. A rush of urgency flowed through my veins. After all, I’d only had Stephen Richards instead of the three or four guys I’d normally have had in that bus ride home. I was due a second helping.I twitched my head to the stairs that led to our bedrooms. He nodded back to me. We both got off the sofa and headed upstairs. I quickly. I arrived on time, where Stacy greeted me at the desk. She was dressed all in white, with plain golf style shirt and shorts. The place looked nice and professional. Very bright and well lit, some artwork and a very clean looking feel. I was very comfortable with what I had seen so far.Stacy said, "Welcome, glad to see you."I thanked her, saying, "Great idea. I might not have considered a massage for today, but now that I am here, it sounds awesome." That is great, I know you will enjoy it. Come.