"Would you like a cigar to go with it, I haveDutch or Cuban?"He laughed. "Is there anything you don't have, you're a marvelloushostess."I poured myse...f a very small liqueur. "I don't entertain very often, I'mtoo busy at the moment and when I do, I like to make it as nice aspossible. Now, the cigar?"He shook his head. "No thank you, it would make the room smoky and Iwouldn't be able to see you clearly."I came back to the settee with my very small Green Chartreuse and satdown a little closer. Angel watched as she did 20 jumping jacks, ran in place, punched and kicked invisible targets, did 20 push-ups and 20 toe-touches all without a single though from her, It was like she was watching herself perform a workout on video.Mr. Rett broke the silence ?Well my dear that’s all I’m required to do, and the computer has logged all your motions and vitals?Angel sighed in relief.Mr. Rett laughed and said ?But you are far from done, now let’s have some fun shall we?Angel spread her legs, and. His fingers clenched and pulled, his shoulders strained, he threw his head back and leaned into her, pressing relentlessly. He may have been an impressive specimen of straining muscle, but she was nearly equal to the challenge. Her washboard belly clenched, as did her robust sphincter. Tight buttocks were hard like fists. She shrieked like a cat, and although she could feel the invasion slowly gaining headway, her nether ring slowly stretching more and more, she continued to fight. He. Then you take them back and pose as requested, taking off something at each bell. If you piss me off he has an S&M room that we can move this little party into. But you aren't going to piss me off, are you?"I shook my head, resigned to the idea that I was once more going to be a prostitute for their amusement and for Tom's financial benefit. I don't know why he even bothered with the threats. I've already proven myself to be spineless. I may have whined a little from time to time. But I haven't.