She looked at her phone and said simply:“Some things are better left unsaid.”She had a dilemma as she sat there at the bar drunk. But she was youn...g. She felt a liberation of sorts. She was looking forward to a new start in a new city. She forced a grin at this situation as the bartender passed by. She was not about to let this situation turn shitty.She had a dilemma. She was drunk. She was inexperienced. She knew how to handle her liquor, but she took another strong one.“From the gentlemen down. "I can handle it," Denise said.Susan frowned and said, "Look. Just go with the flow. Don't fight him tonight." I'm a good little whore."Susan shook her head unsatisfied with Denise's attitude. Making one last effort, she said, "Do what he tells you to do. It is going to be terrible if you don't." Don't worry," Denise said confident that she could handle anything that Dale threw at her that evening."This is going to be different," Susan warned.An hour later, Dale came home from work. He entered. Can't spoil your "Do" at the last minute.Be sure you shave very closely. After you dry off, don't put your robeback on, that needs to be washed, especially after last night's romp.Just wrap the lounging towel that is hanging behind the door around you,Girly Style, and come down for breakfast." Hummmpf, OK, I think."It wasn't too long before a vision out of "Priscilla, Queen of theDesert" sat himself down at the breakfast table and started guzzlingorange juice."Good Morning, Shirley, Princess.. Susan felt degraded and humiliated. The worst part was that she had absolutely no say or control over what was happening to her. She had tried to talk her way out of her bonds, but look where that had gotten her. Her body was aching and she wanted to move about, but other than flexing her arms and torso a bit, that was out of the question. The door to the room opened, and Peter walked in. He moved to the head of the table, and Susan could hear him as he again operated the crank, then feeling as.