I pulled out my phone again and tried to use the built-in map of Istanbul that I had installed to triangulate my position via the GPS but the app wasn...’t there anymore and the GPS could not pick up a satellite to triangulate my position. While I was holding my phone up I noticed – more like felt – the tattoo in my palm. It had deepened in intensity, grown in size and had a soft rosy glow to it. I hadn’t noticed it for some time but now that I looked at it the lettering was softly illuminated. He'd wanted to teach his daughter on how to be a "good" slut, a good, obedient piece of cunt. Instead he'd shattered her entirely when he'd sent her to see his boss. But why? What had happened? His boss must have done something horrible to the girl."Oh yeah?" the voice in his head mocked. "So it has to be that tub-of-shit's fault, right? Not yours for sending her to him? You're pathetic, George. You blame everyone but yourself." Shut up, motherfucker," George grunted through clinched teeth as. She told me that I would get three enemas, each one larger and more painful than the previous. “THREE enemas”, I thought.She told me to get on the table on my hands and knees with my ass facing the pole with the enema bag. She clamped my wrists to the table, then she clamped my arm just below the elbow so my forearms were flat on the table top, which made my butt point up in the air. Then she clamped my legs just below the knees, followed by my ankles. A belt with an attached rope was wrapped. What he was looking for with the ad he'd placed was for other gay/bi dom guys especially any with cocks that were 8inch+ who would also be interested in regular nights at his place where they would join in with him in fucking me .......as their slut i would be shared round and well used by all of them until every cock had been satisfied and drained of its cum at least once minimum or more if required.he also stated in the online ad that he planned to take me out locally to the dogging spots.