I looked up into his eyes to see if he was really serious. He was. So I rolled painfully onto my hands and knees, every joint still throbbing from being tied up in the back of the van. Taking a deep breath I pushed off the floor and sat upright on my knees. It took enormous will to straighten my back and spread my thighs, but somehow I forced myself to do it. Finally, I tipped my chin towards the floor and slid my hands beneath my hair, flipping the silky mass around in a gesture that used to give me pleasure but now filled me with terrible shame. All in all, it took about 45 seconds for me to get into the desired position, but I did it to the best of my ability for already some part of me inside quailed at the thought of displeasing this man.