(Now, Patricia and I do not have sex; we are just friends. The sexual chemistry is not right between the two of us, but that does not stop us from ha...ing fun. Our friendship is what is important, and we believe in sharing. What we do instead is we work together to pleasure and satisfy men that we invited online to come over and play. Each time is different, and my friend Patricia plans and orchestrates each pleasure night we spend together.)In so many words, Patricia explained to me she was. Chained to the ground for five weeks in a foreign police station.Point to Charlie.Photographed regularly over the entire period of captivity in order that every embarrassment might be recorded for posterityPoint to CharlieCharlie beaten to a pulp and satisfactorily humbledPoint to KatieDuped into interviewing a phantom financierPoint to CharlieSubjected to days of painful and humiliating servitude as a Pony Girl, being lashed on her buttocks, worked unmercifully, made to sweat like a pig, and. .no, my desk.I am hardly settled in when the intercom buzzes. "Jennifer, would you be a sweetheart and get me some coffee?" No problem at all, Mr. Kurtz," I say sweetly. What a life! What did I ever do to deserve this?I bring the jerk his coffee. I feel like dumping it on his lap."Everything go all right at the bank for you and your husband? Nothing serious, I hope."I think quickly. I can see his nose twitching for news."No, sir. We were in a position where we had to pay for something with cash. Then Mark surprised me by asking me if we could have another date. I said what do you mean just like this one and he replied yes. I told him I would think about it, if he was good all week and let him know. The next few days were strange. I had internal battles with myself over that happened with Mark. I'm his mother, and he is my own Forteen year old son. I knew what I let him do was wrong; as it was for me to have found pleasure in it. But, one thing I can't hide is the fact that I enjoyed it.