Chapter Five
The schedule for Sandy’s warehouse loft, well hidden in my desk drawer, suggests a visit tonight from ‘Mike the Masturbator’. I’ve watched the man work girls on occasion. I do not know him well, but it is rumored he has a medical background like me, his extensive knowledge of the female anatomy intimating some level of formal training.
His manner of bringing degradation to the needy subordinate female is most dissimilar from my cohorts. As his sobriquet suggests... he strips, spreads and m*********s them... in public, of course. How else would a devoted sadist oblige?
So once again I must put aside any late night paperwork to be reviewed at the office. I too much enjoyed myself last night in observing as the Frobisher’s partook in the blessings of membership in our little g
