My brown skin shines under the fluorescent lights.Chris pushes me up a flight of stairs. Once I reach the top, I realise it’s a giant stage. He make... walk to the center of the stage, where I’m tied to a pole. My legs are once again spread open. My pussy is so wet, it’s dripping on the floor.Steve comes by with a trolly filled with an array of sex toys. Seeing them makes my body hum with excitement.I turn my head to look around me. There is a huge seating stage in front of me. In the front rows. 'That'd be nice, ' he whispered, watching her dabbing his head with a large piece of gauze. 'You're the first one in here, to even ask how I am, ' he added and started to forget some of the pain.'You'll have to forgive them. They don't have much compassion for anyone, ' she replied looking up to see everyone giving her nothing but hateful stares and she didn't care because it was true. Dr. Weller didn't bother with any type of bedside manors and he didn't care if any of the interns did either. All Jack saw was the old woman in her late fifties and of course the effects on Jemma; he asked her if she was alright and she put him off by saying she was fine; His skills in extracting the information he sought immediately kicked in and he began probing.She was a fine looking woman he said, Jemma simply responded with Oh was she I did not notice; Jack immediately thought this was a cover up and pushed further; "Well I thought her large bust looked really well defined and very nice!" he. Something that others were doing, not me. I just happened to be around it. I think though, that I was making excuses. There was a part of me that tried to justify what I was doing and why. Over time though I stopped fooling myself.If I'm honest with myself, I got into it simply for the attention and to be desired. I'm not being overly critical of myself, just honest, when I say I'm a very plain looking person. Nothing wrong with it, simply the way some of us are. The spots I went to were.