The sex from the beginning had been great and a couple weeks later, it had gotten even better. I remember one night we got back to her place, and I do...’t know who started it, but we both were slapping the shit out of each other. This led into the most rough, animalistic sex I have ever had. That was also the first time I ever fucked her without a condom and the first time I came all over her. But, as I said, we had no idea that the relationship would go this far. And, not having any of those. I was nearly slavering as her hip bumped mine.Since her end was reasonably disgraceful, and she may still inhabit this earth, her name does not matter. We chatted, flirted, and once we rounded a corner, enjoyed a brief kiss. little more than a cousinly peck, my hand on her rounded hip, hers on my chest to hold me away.An hour later I reported that I had no idea of the girl's honesty, and the stern old woman said for me to find out and to be sure.So I fetched Michael, dressed him in our captured. This was just the first night. There would be more nights, and different places. All of which meant more shame and more humiliation. I wanted constant “feeding” of this very real need of hers. If all went to plan, it would become so much a part of her, that by the time Becky realized just how much she needed that “kink” satisfied, she would be so hooked on the “high” that it gave her, that she would beg for “The Chair” and an audience to go along with it.“It would be poetic justice if I told. Silk damask covered the walls and lush drapes over the windows. A small table was set with two glasses and a decanter of fine brandy. Mrs. Winslow’s brothel catered to the upper class and any who were willing to pay a ridiculous sum for a night with one of her girls. And therein lay the reason why many men went bankrupt just for spending a few hours in one of these rooms. Mrs. Winslow’s girls were reputed to be the most talented prostitutes in all of London. Derek had no complaints. In the.