The rest of the morning was a replay of the previous day. Theworkers took turns tormenting the bound woman mercilessly. Thevibrator played its terribl...e on agan/off again pattern in her pussyas she twisted and moaned. She was spanked each hour and her moanscould be clearly heard in the main office. She begged and pleadedwith her tormenters to jerk her off. She cried like a slut, butthere was no pity for her anywhere. In the afternoon, several of Maryanne's former businessassociates began. ”“Sounds good to me. Are you going to fill me in on last night’s activities?”“We’ll see. I do want to talk to you about another matter that came up this morning.”“Oh? Please don’t tell me it involves Autumn. I thought all that was over now.”“No. It’s not anything like that. I’m a free bird now.”“Okay! Want me to pick you up in a half-hour?”“I’m all ready. Why don’t I come over to your place? You can get the car packed in the meantime.”“Sounds good to me. See you soon. Love you.”“Love you, too.. "He never stops," Sally always says.And, worse still, I learned last week that even my sister has a lover. I knew she had a boyfriend, but I was naive enough to believe that they were just "friends". I had never even seen them hold hands, but when I came home unexpectedly early on Tuesday, I thought I had the house to myself until I saw a man's jeans on the floor of the sala, and my sister's bra and panties on the settee. I felt confused. Surely this couldn't be my sister upstairs with a man!. It was doubly ironic that with a name like ‘Christian’ I should gravitate to the subgenre of rock most opposed to that religion in its aesthetics, yet the fact I loved other men, as well as women, was as unacceptable here as in the church of my parents. For my own safety, I did not think it wise to make my sexual preferences obvious in a scene notorious for its tolerance of the far-right, and in which members of some of the most revered bands had murdered men for being gay.My senses began to.