“Is it on CNN?”“Yes. In the main conference room.”I took my salad and water into the conference room to watch the news, with several others jo...ning us. CNN showed fire trucks arriving, but the FBI, or whomever, refused to let them through. A short time after that, there was a series of explosions and the building began to collapse.“I guess you were right,” Elyse said. “They’re all going to die.”“Told you. Not letting the fire trucks in seems to prove my point.”They finally allowed the fire. He initially worked on my shoulders, which helped me to relax. I started to moan in appreciation of the work he was doing. Then he started to work down to the small of my back and run his hands along the waistband of my briefs. After a few laps of the small of my back, his hand drifted underneath the waistband of my briefs, which caused me to moan with pleasure again. With each circular motion of his hands, he moved deeper into my underwear. I raised my hips off the ground, allowing Greg to. ”“Work? For you? How?”“I would like you to be one of my girls.”“You want me to be your whore?”“Why not? You already did it and liked it, and you said you wanted to do it some more, so what’s the problem?”“I know, it’s just that--”“You need some time to get used to it?”“I guess that’s it. I mean, no one ever asked me to be a prostitute before, not before last night that is. You really want me to be a prostitute?”“It’s not what I want, but what you want, if I am hearing you correctly. I’m just. Was this really happening to me, Dawn Anderson? Strapped into a gynaecologist's chair, sex gaping obscenely around a HORSE speculum, for God's sake, watched by a dozen naked, masturbating men who had already fucked me half to death, two freakishly fist addicted women, and a witchy little teenage Dominatrix?CLICK, CLICK. CLICK, CLICK... CLICKKK!"Uuuuuuhhhh... fuuuckk!" I exclaimed."Observe gentlemen, by now most of the women I've stretched would be screaming out their safe-word. Dawn, as you can.