“That’s enough,” said the director. “Do you cum when you have sex with men?”
“Yes, mistress – sometimes.”
“Do you ever cum when you have sex with women?”
“Yes, mistress – but not very often.”
Another man added his voice to the conversation. XXNX Then, a wet sound interrupted her thoughts, like a cup of water being poured out onto the floor. Sara’s heart skip a beat when the director ordered him to strip out of it, revealing his substantial male organ, locked in chastity. He obeyed, leaving Sara curled up on the bed. Blinding spotlights made it impossible for her to see who was out in the audience. She was giving these “producers” the keys to her soul – her hopes and her fears, her dreams and her nightmares – and she knew that they could use them to inflict completely new types of pain on her.
