Whilst this was going on, I could feel Joe’s fingers at my waist fumbling with something but my brain was occupied by the scene in front of me to realise what Joe was doing. In my drunken stupor I somehow managed to get my dress off before giving up and leaving my whole front exposed. Milf sex “Oh the humiliation,” I thought, “I can never look any of these people in the eye again. I was way beyond embarrassment. *****
The piece de resistance of Joe humiliating me came one time when we decided to go to Amsterdam for a few days. I could feel my face burning as Joe led me to our table where Ella handed me my dress which I quickly put on and sat down. Joe and I spent many hours thinking of places and people where Joe could embarrass, degrade and humiliate me.
