These attractive women who might’ve otherwise been hostessing at casinos, or demonstrating products at trade shows, instead found themselves pulling...the switches at electric chairs, dropping the blades of guillotines, fastening nooses around men’s necks and pulling the triggers in firing squads, among other increasingly creative and depraved methods.Because with restrictions on “Cruel and Unusual Punishment” successfully lobbied away by Big Prison, the Execution-Entertainment industry was free. . then Ebony went on to tell me how she watches me around the office and how she looks up to me. Well I'm straight faced and at a loss for words and probably lookin at this bitch like she crazy. But when she put her hand on my thigh.... we made eye contact. I don't know what she was thinking but she slid her hand up my skirt and caressed my hips and it made me wet immediately. Her lips looked tasty to me like the inside of a sweet cherry so I leaned in to get a taste because now I know that she. ‘You meet me online. You say all you want is to be forced into submission. I manage to do that from a thousand miles away. You read every word I send you, you touch yourself when I tell you to — you hurt yourself when I tell you to…’ ‘Not anymore,’ she said immediately, but she could feel her cheeks reddening. ‘No,’ he agreed. ‘Not anymore. And why? Because you found a boyfriend. And you just couldn’t do that to him, could you?’ ‘It’s not just — it’s not like I’m just scared of getting caught,’. I was so pissed off.” she answered.“It’s part of the game, no big deal.” I told her.We talked for about thirty minutes, just catching up really, but I sensed there was something she wanted to tell me. Finally she got around to it but I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what she was about to say.“Brian, uh ... have you met anyone ... you know a girl since you have been up there?” she asked, nervously.“Well, actually I have been hanging out with someone for a few weeks.” I answered, cautiously.“Oh,.