My head fell forward, my forehead brushing the rough wooden fence while I made fists of my hands, over and over, opening and closing, each time tying ...o relieve the intensely beautiful agony."Three."This time, my ass. I jerked, not expecting the blow to land there. Even with the gag between my teeth, I made an audible cry as a terrible hurt stole away my breath. I felt tears fill my eyes, threatening to spill over even as the nectar of lust flowed between my engorged labia."Four."My thighs. So one summers Saturday night all the girls got together at my house, got their glad rags on, made themselves up and went out on a get to know you better night out.I’d planned to have a quite night in but late on the doorbell went and it was John, Angela’s boyfriend. Angela was stopping over at my place, along with a few others after their night out. We had a few beers and told a few stories and John asked if he could stay over and surprise his girlfriend when she got back. I was happy with. Steve was sitting outside. He saw us and smirked, winking at Liv. My blood started boiling at the sight of this lowlife making passes at her. I wanted to hit him. Hard. The rest of the day was uneventful, with the three of us (me, Nate, and Cody) keeping watch over Steve. The bastard just sat there with a smirk on his face. Cody and Nate came over to me by the shelter that night. ‘How’s she doing?’ Cody asked. He added, ‘And you too. You ok?’ ‘The fuck you think she’s doing? She’s really. Sir Rowland would like to speak with you, by the way. Something about the staff.” This caused the other maid to flush even brighter, and Megan felt their pointed stares all the way down the hall. She found Flora and Miles just slipping under the covers of the old canopy bed in the second-floor room that was serving as their bedroom for the time being. She clucked her tongue in disapproval and they giggled more. Megan sat, adjusted her bustle, and opened the book. “Which story do you want?” she.