That doesn't mean Idon't get to see it happen, and occasionally I get to enjoy someadditional benefit beyond my rather sizeable salary.I step back thr...ough the doorway to see Rogers no longer seated, butstanding impatiently; arms folded across his chest and expensive shoestapping on the carpet."He will see you now," I say to the man. I don't smile, I don't warn himwhat's coming. There's no point. Hammersmith has his mind made up andthere's no force between heaven and earth that I've yet seen. I write down how I must kneel for her, how I must address her as “Madam”. I write out the humiliating ritual that concludes a beating, when I must kiss in turn her foot, her whip and her hand and thank her for her attention. I write out the conditions of service she has just laid down and the elaborate communication protocol she has established.It is a long process. Throughout I try to emulate the dry, clear, precise legalistic tone she has used in the agreement, and it takes me numerous. As I rolled off her, she jumped off the bed grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room. Well, I didn't think I was that bad a fuck!A couple of minutes later, the other lady came in to the room with the same big grin on her face. "Well" she asked" Did you fuck her?" I didn't say anything but shoed her the filled condom which I hadn't taken off yet. Looking at the clock on the wall, I had only spent 20 minutes with Karen. There I was lying on a bed freshly fucked, with a second woman just in the. He too appeared stuck in the crowd. Iagain felt something brush against my bottom and I realized it was thisold man' s hand resting on the " jolla" bag . However , after a fewminutes, he brushed his hand a couple of more times and then verycasually lets his hand lightly rest on my sari on my buttocks - palmoutwards . I was a little taken aback, but decided to ignore it then --- itis a crowded bus and this could be a mistake - however after a fewminutes I felt his hand begin to slowly move and.
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