When the sun began to set, Emma finished whatever she was doing. It was her favourite part of the day. Butterflies would flip in her stomach when she ...oticed the orange sky. Time would start moving again, finally. She double-checked every room, making sure everything was in place, clean, tidy.Every three days Monseigneur would expect her bent over the table, ready for a short maintenance spanking. Today was not one of those days. Monseigneur told her this morning that tonight was going to be. My Aunt is visiting family in Hungary until the end of the month. I can get the key to her apartment above the dance studio. We'd have to keep the noise down while we were up there. Could you tell your parents that you had to go somewhere to study with somebody?" When?" Tonight. I could meet you near the apartment at six. My mom would have left already. We could stay there for a couple hours at least, without anybody bothering us." Suppose someone sees us going in or coming out?" Hey, she's my. But then Shobha proposed a thought saying, “You have a cuckold fetish… You’re turned on by the idea of another man fucking your wife.”Ashok rejected this theory but hearing confident Shobha say this got him thinking. Their conversation was interrupted when a guy approached Ashok. It was Bharat. Greeting him, Ashok guided him to another table.As they sat down and some food was ordered, Ashok initiated a conversation asking, “So, Bharat… Have you ever heard of a cuckold fetish?”“Cuck lovin’! Like. Stewart” said the masked man, “movement will only make the pain worse”The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The heavy metal door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her pain to keep her company. The whimpers and sobs filled the empty space. “I don’t want her hurt permanently” said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body contorted. Her eyes portrayed utter.