I was slowly filled with a conviction that she could read my thoughts. In my pain and growing exhaustion it seemed any thoughts of anger or rebellion ...ould be sensed by her and would result in another terrible beating. My sense of identity became detached. My world focused on her and her club. That if my becoming her dog would lessen the pain started seeming a very logical choice.After several days of torture, when my behavior had gotten to a point were she was satisfied I was subdued, she led. "Would you mind giving me a quick tour of the apartment? I'll need to know where everything is." She perked up, leaving her ice cream on the coffee table, "Oh, of course! I'm so sorry I didn't offer to already. Here, this way!"She led me to the left of the lounge area, into a small room lined with cupboards, a cooker, a fridge-freezer and a microwave. "This is the kitchen. but we eat in the lounge. We'll have assigned shelves, but necessities like milk, butter and eggs are communal." She led me. He wore horn-rimmed spectacles. You were aware of being in the presence of a very intelligent person.He looked and smiled. “Be at ease gentleman and grab yourselves a chair,” he remarked in a pleasant voice.Once they were seated he began. “You must be wondering why I called for this meeting. By the way you can smoke if you wish. I’ve read the report of the raid that destroyed the Axis aircraft. But what I’m interested in is the reason for the various actions that you used before, during and. He said his car broke down and it was being towed. He'd catch a ride with the tow truck to the house and get my car. He'd be there in an hour and we could start our fun then. I said "that's fine honey, Luv you"and hung up. By now the guys on either side of me were wasted and after 3 shots I was feeling no pain and very horny.One of the guys asked if I'd like to go get high in his truck. I thought to myself this could be trouble but went anyway. What a hunk he was, I couldn't resist. We got in.