Hempfield's eyes opened wide as she playfully tappedher pen on my file folder. She let out a soft sigh and once againlooked at me. "So you were on you...r knees Ariana. Tell me sweetie, didyou like sucking that hard cock?" I rubbed my hands up and down my armsand softly bit my lip as I hesitated with my answer. "Well Ariana?"With an embarrassed look I twirled my hair with my fingers and stood upon my tippy toes. "Yea, I guess so." Once again she began jotting downinformation as I looked over at. I walked in, then waited for her to close the door. "I wasn't sure what your plans were, Anna, but I thought a nice red wine would cover most eventualities." "Perhaps, but you might like to start with something a little stronger. What's your preference?" I felt the colour rise in my cheeks. What the hell did she mean by that? "Gin and tonic, if you have it, Anna," I said, following her into the kitchen, my gaze roaming up and down from her firm bottom to her sexy heels. I felt a reaction in. As it struck home a tear appeared in Ann's eye. Four more times in quick succession he struck her with the belt, when the last one struck home she was sobbing against the table. He threw the belt to the side of the room and stroked her red bottom.“That was the pain, now the pleasure…” he said to her smiling to himself.As she sobbed on the table beginning to wonder if this was the job for her Peter stroked his fingers down her hips and started to pull her little panties down. As she was lying. On one side stood a steel lavatory, there was a hose coiled on one wall, and two bowls in one side of the room, one filled with water the other with a thick brown stew like dish, which looked suspiciously like dog food. Olivia already knew what she would have to do, but still waited to be prompted. “Hurry,” Hasan snapped, and gave the girl a small shove in the back. Olivia staggered over to the steel toilet, and after staring at it for a moment, sat down. The metal was freezing on her bare.