You’re not the one that had a knife to her throat. No one jammed their dirty fingers in your vagina. No one violated your rectum until you bled. No ...one bit your tits until they hurt so bad you can’t even wear a bra. You have no fucking idea that I’m going to be alright. I’ll NEVER be alright. It would have been better if he just killed me. And you tell me its ok you fucking bastard. Well until you’ve been stalked, beaten and damn near raped twice, can you tell me it is going to be OK. I never. Damn him. 'Okay,' I said as I started rooting in my bag. He put his hand on my thigh and moved it up on to my butt. 'Okay what?' 'Okay. Let us get to know each other.' He smiled. His pad was big. It had large windows looking out over the river and all modern stuff too. 'Want a drink?' He said, as he sauntered into the open kitchen. 'Sure.'He grabbed one bottle of beer and sprawled on the sofa, legs wide. 'C'mon. Sit down,' He said, patting the sofa between his legs. I dropped my bag and headed. They both dropped their pins into a glass of water.The Admiral grinned, “Now that our ignorant, misinformed KGB interloper can no longer hear us, could we, as you say, talk chicken?”I almost laughed out loud when Alex chuckled, “You mean turkey? Let’s talk turkey?”The Admiral had a sour look on his face, “I much prefer chicken! Turkey is too tough, yuk!” He then smiled, “But, I mean, can we talk honestly ... just the six of us?”Alex, Adam, Art and Dad were all snickering and nodding.“Yes, we. She straddles my chest again and proceeds to remove my blindfold. Just as it is removed, I find myself starring at a big black strap-on dildo. I am noticeably scared and Mistress knows it. I begin to tremble beneath her as I starred at her strap-on, I don't even notice that there is someone else in the room behind my head. Mistress brings it to my attention. It is another one of her male slaves. Immediately I begin trying to figure out what she has in mind. Mistress proceeds to tell me that I.