I yearned to be the gimp and thought of the bowl as I was thrashed with gusto by the wicked Myrna, whose pussy was dribbling with supreme erotic pleas...re as she applied each stroke with no mercy. The women started to clap in time once more, as I humped and squirmed in my lubrication as the cane was brought home, bringing me closer to orgasm. The pain became divine as my balls tensed and the heavenly rush of absolute ecstasy flooded through my tortured body, announcing my complete and utter. I promised myself a long workout in the gym at the office. Have to find myself someone to beat up. Maybe it's time I checked Paul's credentials. If he was going to be working with me I needed to know he can handle himself.Arriving at the office just before 8:00, I checked my messages, email, and 'in' basket. The only thing was a note from Paul dated Friday night. "If I reach you by phone then ignore this, otherwise call.-P." No problem there. Morning brief was at 8:30. I grabbed a bottle of. Carl held my head in his hands his lips firmly pressed to mine. His tongue darting in and out as I naturally opens my mouth. Carl was passionately Frenching my mouth. Carl moved one hand from my neck but kept constant pressure on my neck continuing to kiss my mouth. Carl's other hand moved to my breast and was fondling my nipple. He plays with my nipples. I have never had anyone play with my nipples be for, and I could feel them getting hard by his touch. Carl continues to rub, pinch, squeeze,. I wanted to tell you in person, but I can’t bear to look you in eyes and see the hurt I am causing you. You have been through so much already. Know that I do love you but I have to try and make this work. ]No name, no signature, nothing but those words. As I stared at the letter, I was numb. This was it? After all we went through I was going to get a generic Dear John letter. However, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. No names. That way if I did decide to try and get even,.