"First, there's my fellow name partner, Virginia Jamison Conrad. Ginger took the position that men only want women as depositories for their sexual fl...ids. They don't respect women for their brains. Connie, Ginger wore grungy brown contacts to hide her eyes — not just for dancing, the way you do. She dyed her hair a horrible mouse-brown, and even wore padding around her body to hide her figure. She came out of it and is now married to Charley Conrad, as you know. Poor Charley's perpetually. I did not even have your exclusive time when you were back with me; you were planning your next fucking orgy for the six of you.Every night I sat up and did homework with them, was that a lie too? Did you tell your fuck buddies how stupid I was but what a good job I was doing raising their children. Did you have a good laugh then too? I hear you laugh now. I know their voices from your orgy tapes. I can hear them and you laugh at me; ridicule me, insult me, belittle me. More good times and good. But I was aware. Somehow, I was aware of the circumstances, and I could feel pleasure at the situation. Along with fear. It was some terrible, horrid creature of the night. Both beautiful and fearsome to look upon; urgently forcing my body to become impassioned with lust and need.And it was performing upon my prick as if it were an instrument it was playing like a virtuoso. My balls felt as if they had become swollen as each was taken into its hot mouth. It almost burned each one while I felt. I grabbed her head from behind, and placed the tape over the ballgag firmly. I could see the outline of her full lips around the giant gag underneath the shiny tape, which covered the lower half of her face, ear to ear. She struggled, and whined, and at this point I decided it was pointless to keep wearing the scratchy ski-mask, so I pulled it off. Em went totally ballistic, but the tantrum was quiet and harmless due to her very tight bondage.I broke my silence for the first time that that day.