Al, the social worker Dexter had started seeing, fidgeted in his seat, in anticipation of another long session of venting. During the first two sessio...ns with him, Dexter had talked non-stop about the indignities heaped upon him by an unfeeling corporation, and the disrespectful way in which his wife had dumped him. Al had not been able to get a word in edge-wise.Al asked, “Why do you say that?”“All of the old rules are gone, and there aren’t any new rules to take their place,” Dexter said.“Can. I pressed his dick with my boobs, and then I started to lick his dick. I rolled my tongue over his dick. He started to push my head towards his dick.His dick is thick and long. I couldn’t take it, but he was pushing me hard. I love his attack on me. He cum inside me. Fuck! It’s the first time I have tasted huge cum. His cum blocked my throat. Then he pushed me on the bed and spread my legs wider. He spat my pussy, and I didn’t predict it from him.It’s a romantic feeling for me. He spat again,. I’d been warned that the thought-speech from my other minders wouldn’t work underground. I was genuinely putting myself on the line. I pointed out that they hadn’t been much help when I was stabbed either; though saying I would be in no worse a position was not much of a comfort.The one thing, the one cheat, I allowed myself was to demand an electric torch from the aliens. After lots of discussion, they agreed a lamp which looked like an oil lamp with a reflector at the back. It would burn for. Pal grew restless and nervous long before Paul came for her. She almost welcomed the breaking of the monotony, even though it meant more degradation and humiliation -- more performances that she would lie and regret and hate herself for when she was locked again in the lonely room for another two days.As Paul saw her weakness -- her absolute phobia about being alone for extended periods -- he played upon it for all it was worth. So on the second and third sessions in the "gym" she was almost.