" Then she turned toward me. "Sarah, can I haveyour autograph?"I smiled at her. I knew that she was trying to keep the composure thatthe company proba...ly expected from her, but I hated to leave her empty-handed. "Of course," I replied. Dad immediately dug out one of the pressphotos he always had on him. I signed it for her and then handed it toher."Thank you," she said with the largest smile I had seen from her yet."You're welcome," I replied. There was a bit of humor in my voice at. Her ass is all torn up. So Ill be back in a few days when shes healed. Franks smirk grew. Rich headed back out to his truck. She was trapped. Frank let go of her roughly, almost throwing her backwards. Room six he hissed at her, tossing a key to her feet. She waited, not wanting to bend down and pick up the key, knowing all too well what was going to happen. He stood there, silently. She sighed, cautiously bending down to pick up the key. Once the key was in her hand, Frank gave a sharp and. "Delicate" is the first word that her living space brings to mind.I snort and spear a potato with my fork. A pussy word."Weak" is a better description for the haven that she thinks she's built around herself. All the wingback chairs and matching ottomans in the world won't save her from the grisly fucking hell her life is about to become.Courtesy of me.My cock twitches a little bit at that thought, the knowledge that her misery will be crafted at my hands. Fair is fair, I judge.The necessity of. She had tried on one of my wigs years ago and admitted that she felt more liberated sexually when she was blonde. As there was only one wig at my disposal, I assumed that the other was packed inside her luggage, somewhere between the UK and Gran Canaria. I'd raked through Sue's make-up to do my face and ravaged the dirty laundry basket for her underwear. My preference for her soiled undergarments far exceeded the contents of her tidy underwear drawer and the black bra, pants and black tights.