"Aimee shook her head. "I can, and I will, tonight." You're thirty-six years old, Aimee," I said. "Has Doctor..." I can, and I will, tonight." Aimee g...ot up and left the atrium.That evening, I appeared in Sunrise. I loved the festive brightness of the room."Good evening, Precious," I said."Good evening, Master," Aimee replied. "I'm sorry if I was short with you earlier today, but this is important to me." Aimee, you don't need to compete with Mary or Debbie..." No, Master," Aimee said. "It's not. I ought to be, we had the funding todo things right. Now it was up to me.My cover story gave some protection. I was a village girl from the edgeof the desert in Eastern Algeria. I had learned French and some Englishfrom the local school, but otherwise I had little knowledge ofcosmopolitan life, other than from magazines. I could say that I had noreal experience of more ornate hairdressing, makeup and fine clothes.But my story was that I had always dreamt of having all these things.It was a. Inside, Dan used the washroom and checked on Scott, Vicky, Craig and Pam. The four had enjoyed dancing with the other’s spouse and fucked, picked up a different sex partner and were fucking at their table. Dan walked out the back door and around the building to watch Karen.She was now on her second cock and he approached in time to see the guy cum in her mouth. “Now that looks beautiful.” Karen sucked her cock dry and thanked him.“I’m having so much fun, thank you, honey!” She stood and. I moved a bit and felt the thong attached to the nipple clamps stretch taut and tug at my nipples. Even with him not touching me I felt the way I was being punished. I felt the hot wetness on my own desire dripping from between my legs and knew that he would be watching for that. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex.