"Stop. Don't say it. You are having second thoughts about me, because I want things your other women don't."It was my turn to interrupt. "Wrong. I am ...ot having second thoughts about you." I shook my head. It wasn't her I was having a problem with, it was me. My desires were turning me into something I didn't want to be and all the others were a victim to it. I held her hand. "You like what you like, just like I do. I can't ask you not to want what your body tells you feels good. You and I. She had forgotten all about the short humping object humping video she'd loaded to Pornhub after a night of too much wine alone in her bedroom. She was wearing a full bear mask she'd picked up at the local costume shop so her identity was concealed but, of course, anyone who had her browser history would be able to figure out it was her account. She'd always intended to take it down but every time she went to delete she'd watch it again and become overwhelmed with arousing humiliation.She can't. " As Amy was licking the floor, Hank walked over and got a cattle prod. He walked back to Amy and used it on her ass, shocking her. Hank said to her, "You are not going to tell anyone about this, right!?" Amy just started crying even more, so Hank touched her, with the prod, again and again. He did this 10 times before Amy finally said that she would not tell anyone about what they had done. Hank said to her, "I want you to come back tomorrow, so we can do this again. OK? You got that, you. We have much to do, and time is of the essence.’ Payne replied, ‘I do not need you here, if Ms. Nicholson can set you up with some computers, you are free to go.’ Bob handed Dycke a five Dollar bill and asked, ‘Do you ever lose?’ ‘Not very often, Bob.’ Sandra said, ‘Let me call my secretary and she will set everything up for you. When it is ready she will come and get you.’ Dycke said, ‘Sandra, thank you very much.’ Thirty minutes later, both men were sitting at computers looking for.