Just as annoying, he hardly seemed to notice all the exposed flesh on display and the unladylike manner in which I'm sitting in the middle of the back...seat with my legs splayed on either side of the hump down the middle of the floor.He asked Ty, "Do you really think you can straighten her out? She's pretty hard headed. Demanding, too."Ty smiled at me in the mirror and replied, "I'm not sure. Her parents tell me I'm not beating her enough. I guess I need to work on that."I can see I'm not going. A wave of humiliation, pain and pleasure swept across me. He just kept pushing, additional tears flowed down my cheeks. “Roque, this ass is so tight, it’s like heaven man you got to try it soon! Now I am going to wreck this white piece of ass thought fucking clean this up white boy!” He shouted thrusting about 5 inches in as I jolted forward on the desk, kicking my legs up in the air. It felt like my insides couldn’t accommodate any more when another inch when in. My insides felt like they. I opened a bottle of Chateau Lestage, a very respectable little Haut Medoc. Once she got the drink in her hand, she couldn't stop talking. It was like a dam bursting. The whole story of the last week came flooding out of her.After I had left on the Saturday, two men arrived at her studio. She had been expecting them. They had contacted her earlier in the week, claiming to have to have been colleagues of her father. She had been suspicious, but not overly so. She had left Estonia years before. Some people will say that I regressed right back to where I once started. I'd once been a sex-toy in a whorehouse, and here I was looking to be the same thing in another one.To say that gives no value to all to how much I've grown and accomplished since Anna rescued me and sent me off to live with Samuel. Nor does it acknowledge that not all whorehouses are alike, or that Lady Heather's is about as far away from where I started as it is possible to two establishments to be and still be.