“What is wrong dear you have been crying” he said. I busted out in tears and it took me a few minutes before I could speak. “Bill what have I do...ne” and I began to tell him about all my guilt, shame, and embarrassment. I spilled my guts out to Bill in about five minutes with all my questions and concerns. “Will those guys still respect me, will they tell all their friends that Bill’s wife is a slut, Will they be over here when you are not at home trying to fuck me, Do they have STD, etc.etc.etc.. I shot through and sank down in the corridor, bent over, sucking in awkward breaths. I think my slight drunkenness had saved me most of the pain. Or perhaps it just didn’t hurt as much as I’d imagined it would? I staggered to the lifts and crept gingerly back to my room.“What happened to you?” Tiff was brushing my cheek tenderly. Charlie was gazing into my eyes from the other side, too. My girls had found me collapsed in the bed and now they were leaning over me, deeply concerned.“She kneed me. There I find a box with a note on top, "my delicious whore, take off your clothes and put on (or in, depending) all of the items in this box. You'll notice 4 o-rings in the floor. Lock the cuffs to each ring. Bonus points if u can get the 4th one locked. -Your Master and Owner" I now notice the rings, as well as a padded knee rest embedded into the tile. How many women had kneeled on that knee pad, I wondered. I remove my clothes and sigh- I'd spent so much time choosing an outfit which was. Apparently, having a job working afternoons was much better than having no job at all.I went over the bus frame and found that it was not damaged in the fire, not even the floor. We talked about possible ways of completing the job but I stuck with some nicely finished wood that would require cabinetmakers, not only for the walls and floors but also for the wardrobes and vanities. I was trying to avoid pull-down beds but it would just be too hard to do.The back section of the bus was actually a.