I read some of Elliot Perlman's Seven Types of Ambiguity,six hundred pages of paperback. I'd liked his Three Dollars a few years ago. This was differe...t and gripping. I took a taxi to the Hyatt and had a quick bite before getting to bed, leaving an 8:00 wake-up call.In the morning, I showered, shaved, dressed in my blue suit, a light blue shirt and a maroon tie, and went to have breakfast. Juice, toast, coffee. I was increasingly curious. I had glanced at the Canberra Times and just begun The. Tanya and Martina went over the questions together, so I got to hear them before Martina asked them. The only question I really didn’t care for was ‘How do you feel about the base commander canceling leave for the troops?’.I told Martina how the police department had promised to have officers posted here 24 hours a day after the teenage gang leader attacked my house and then I told her the police had stopped providing that security. I continued with the fact that I didn’t ask the base commander. My semi-hard dick fell out pointing towards the ground and I quickly tied the cloth around my waist in an attempt to cover up.To my disdain, the cloth given to me was translucent and my entire crotch was visible except for a few pleads since I tucked around my waist. My entire body was on display and it was getting uncomfortable, so I decided to make some excuse to sleep avoiding having to make more conversation – “Main kaafi thak gaya hun, sab so jaata hun” (I’m quite tired, I’ll hit the bed. You stare at his purple head and his balls swinging in front of your face getting more excited with every touch of his cock and at his sweaty smell as he becomes excited with the control he has over you.He reaches forward pulls your hair forces his cock into your mouth and you start to gag, "TAKE IT ALL SLUT, YOU ARE MINE TONIGHT" you try to relax but you are so wet and horny that you begin to orgasm on the floor, the pain of the rope and him pulling your hair combined with the excitement of.