”He plainly did not want to hear my words, and yet he was compelled to do so. The nature of our relationship demanded that he listen, as did his own...morbid curiosity. I had presented his innocent eyes with an horrific scene from which he was unable to look away.“Not for the faint of heart,” I continued, inconspicuously assessing him from head to toe before inspecting my fingernails and making a mental note to trim them. “There’s a certain element of pain involved, as you can imagine.”I looked. We had yet to leave the parking lot when the women started stripping. By the time we were on our way home, it was all I could do to concentrate on the road with all the kissing and sucking going on.Ronnie and Connie were sitting in the passenger-side bucket seat together. They were naked too, and both of them were looking back over the center console at the others loving each other in the backseat.Connie turned to ask me, “Lucien, will we get our turn riding your cock when we get home?”I caught. The reason why we made good poker players. I callit a look of benign indifference combined with class judgement anddisdain.I knew the man, from my former life. His entire career had been spentserving Her Majesty's Government in one capacity or another. A Member ofParliament for a time, an Ambassador for a time, and decades in the upperechelons of government. A member of the peerage. A suit. A player, anda serious one at that. Governments of the day changed from time to time,but M had. He turned tome suddenly with a phone out."Looking at pornographic materials in a school.... on the job... aroundchildren???" he said with a raised and aggressive tone, gettinguncomfortably close to my face so that I could smell his meaty muskybreath. I backed up a bit away from him, but he got even more in my faceand showed his phone screen, playing a recording of my screen during andmy face during my masturbation break today.The gravity of the situation hit fast and hard, images of the.