What kind of law do you practice?" she inquired, since any prospective husband had to make some money."Corporate law, of course. I do mergers, acquisi...tions, and leverage buyouts. I'm basically the hired gun of corporate raiders and other multi-billionaires. You're a travel agent, right?" he returned the favor."Actually, I run my own agency, but yes. I like my work. It allows me to see a lot of people and learn a bit about the world. Believe me when I tell you that I am rather jaded. I'll admit. "... well, yeh," I stammered shyly."Well, it's definitely a night of firsts," she stated calmly, "time for afew more." Ahh, I don't think so!" She slapped at my hand, as I began to free myswollen dick from the elastic of the tights and the pantied prisonbeneath. "No way..." she firmly reiterated like a mother telling off asmall child.My penis shrank in the embarrassment.The moment lingered for what seemed an age as the spiralling room groundto a halt.I looked puzzled. Shaken. Hurt. I knew I had. Now go and get me a story”.I walked back to my desk. Excited about having the confidence of my boss but shocked that he thought something like bestiality was going on in our town. I decided not to open the website in the office, preferring to check it out after work. I rushed home and logged on to my laptop. I put in the address and sat shocked at what I saw. There were videos of bestiality. I opened one and what I saw had be dumbfounded. A woman, completely naked, on her hands and knees and. Another slap on my cheek caused me to raise my head.“Wake up!” Jones exclaimed, and stepped back from me.My head hurt, my arms hurt, and my shins hurt. I looked around my cell and realized I was at the cell door. My arms was behind me and she had locked them with handcuffs through the bars behind me. My feet were through the bars just like my arms and they too were shackled. My weight was supported by my upper arms and my feet were useless.If you want to put somebody in the most uncomfortable.