She would allow herself no relief of any kind until noon tomorrow when her ordeal was over.She need not have worried – Stone offered nothing. He mer...ely escorted her to his bed, shucked his shirt and socks, crawled between the sheets, and rolled over, leaving her to tuck herself into the other side. She had told him to be selfish and he was following her instructions to the letter.Judging by the changes in his breathing, he fell asleep within minutes. Despite her pain, despite her unfamiliarity. She walked over to the bed and unzipped it. She pulled out a pink vibrator, and some heating lubricant. Now the show was heating up. She sat on the bed. I suggested that she straddle the bed. She must have been a gymnast back in the day because, those thighs spread wide on her knees, riding her nightie up to her waist, revealing the whole pair of pink cotton panties now. It also had the effect of pulling her panties higher up, and now her mound was more clear than ever. I took the position just. He looked up at me and I could see the fear in his eyes. He was going to have a couple of shiners. ‘Remember Brad, if you ever hit Rebecca again, your body will end up in the Mississippi, floating down stream. Who knows, maybe you’ll make it all the way to New Orleans.’ I turned and walked around the building. That ought to hold him, I thought. I don’t normally like to bully people but in this situation I actually felt pretty good. ******************** ‘Rebecca called me today,’ Abby told me.. She sips her drink and looks around the restaurant, meeting the gaze of lustful admirers. She talks and I say just enough to let the conversation flow. I allow myself a moment’s introspection. What is it that drives me to help create this fabulous creature, with the sole intention of bringing her down? What is this madness that seizes me and which I can only shake off by seeing her used sexually by others and publicly degraded? And only then will I permit myself to use her. The waiter.