" And did she cum. It felt like her whole pussy vibrated on my cock. "This is my pussy, you got that? Mine" I told her, "I will take it whenever I wan... you little toy, so you better get to liking it". With that I shot my load and came hard and deep in her pussy. I let the feeling fade away then slowly pulled out of her. She hadn’t moved since I pulled out and I had her turn over on her back and lay down again. "Please, what are you going to do with me now?" She pleaded. "I told you, you are my. "It's all right. I'll be ... okay? Dr Armstrong will look after me. He's Scottish and everybody thinks he's a bit of an ogre, but he's a great big pussycat." Armstrong?" Russ looked haunted for a moment, then shook away the thought. There must be thousands of Dr Armstrongs. Or Doctors Armstrong. Whatever. "Take care, Ethel. See you soon, okay?" Soon. Okay. Now go. I don't want to be all red-eyed when Mr Spreadbury comes in. Go on. And don't look back. It will bring bad luck."The door closed. "That's tooloose John," she complained. "It will slip." "Hold on," he answered. Quicklyhe threaded two turns of the across the outer loops, and pulled the cinch tight.Her thumbs were tightly bound, but unlike a slip know, would not become tighterunder the pressure of her weight as she hung. He tossed the other end of therope over a joist, and pulled out the slack until his beautiful wife's armswere pulled above her. He pulled a little more, and with a gasp she was drawnup on her toes. "Last. ‘It’s still the “boys own club” it always was, with the pathetic innuendo and leching, plus the constant rumours that I’ve slept my way to the top. I’m at the top because I’ve worked harder than anyone, I’ve sacrificed half my life to get here. Do you have any idea what that means?’I could feel her eyes on me as my own bored their little hole into the floor, I felt nauseous, I expected a straight bollocking but this sob story build up was making me feel ten times worse than her just shouting at.