“At least you can follow some orders.” I half opened my mouth to make some smart reply but snapped it shut; I was in enough trouble already. He gr...abbed me by the hair and pulled me into the shower. “Turn, hands behind your back.”I spun round and stood still as I felt the belt fastened round my waist and my hands cuffed to the belt.“I had thought you’d learned your lesson but today clearly shows you have not.” He reached past me and turned the shower on and I squealed as the ice cold water hit. I’ve seen only a few males here in such similar circumstances, but they would all compare distinctly inadequate to this.” She admitted, now feeling and cupping my balls with her left hand while her right continued to gently stroke me.“I can leave,” I said, rather in a bit of a tense hurry, “if you find this uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to bother you. I did find you very pretty and attractive, but then again, you do have a spouse, right?”“Big Bardeau?” She said, “she’s my legally contracted. The wall would need two coats of paint and that meant she could tease him for hours. But she was running out of time. She needed to get it done soon.She put the list down and got ready to go to work. Sever cut business suit and shoes with a two-inch heel. Hair up in an unbecoming bun and almost no make up. A last minute smile as she put her underpants in her purse and then she left the house.There had been a change over the last week. It was almost as if the men who rode the train with her. We will certainly accept your thoughtful critiques and any suggestions for improvement, as although we will be cross-editing each other’s writing for errors and cohesiveness, we may at times be too close to the subject matter to recognize disconnects or other non-sequiturs. However, we would really like to hear personal comments on our experiences, and in particular from those who may have had similar experiences.Our objective is to publish a piece of our story every month (hopefully from each.