I walk over and stop in front of the desk. "Sir?" I question.Still looking at the papers, he addresses me. "Go sit down in one of the chairs over ther...e. I'll be with you in a moment." Feeling both a bit uneasy and a little fluttery, I take a seat. As he continues to the mark the assignments I try not to stare to obviously at him. I lick my lips to moisten them as my mouth becomes dry. After what seems like an endless silence, he takes the papers and places them in a filing cabinet behind his. She messaged him back, said he had an imagination like hers, asked if he would like to swap face pics and waited for his reply.He replied If she gave him her email address he would send one, she replied straight away and received his face picture in an instant.The face was as lovely as the cock and she decided there and then she wanted to meet him.They chatted for a little longer and eventually swapped phone numbers, he was going out that night but said he would ring her when he got home.It was. Usually, when he senses I am at the threshold of pain that becomes his starting point—the benchmark from which he will increase the intensity of whatever is causing that pain, be it the depth he will push a needle into my flesh, the force of the single-tail wrapping around my back so the tip kisses one of my nipples, or the level of electricity running through the pad, needle, clamp or trode tormenting my body.Slowly, I could tell I was beginning to flow with the disparate sensations—hellish. I'm a city councilman here and a friend of Mayor Connelly. I was wondering if I could talk to you about the little misunderstanding involving you, your wife and the Mayor last night." Little misunderstanding? Is that the city's official spin on my wife and Donald Connelly's fuck a-thon at the Radisson till 2 this morning?" Now, now, there's no need for that kind of language, we're just talking about a little late night party between two consenting adults who likely had a little too much to.