" Yes you were, I can tell. You wanted that tool of Bill's inside you,didn't you?" No Madam." Why not? You can tell me." I am a married man Madam." Y...u're a maid! That's all you are, Juliet the maid! Nothing more!" Shehad actually become quite rattled by his demeanour and was now wonderingif she'd done the right thing. Then she remembered, Bill had thoughtexactly the same, he'd told her she was doing what was needed, that wasall. It didn't occur to her then that he may have had a rather. The thought that he might rape me started me struggling. As I struggled, I felt his erection growing.I opened my mouth to scream, and he let go of my boob and clamped his hand over my mouth.“Stop struggling! You fainted and I caught you, show a little gratitude. I’m not going to harm you, but if you scream, get people in here, I’m going to say I was minding my own business when you hopped in the shower, and propositioned me. I’ll complain to management, they’ll probably call the cops. Think a. You could look at her face and her clothes that she was a classy woman. The one I could see men falling over her feet, begging for her to marry them, giving every kind of gift, doing all her wishes to have a night with her. Surely a woman like her had a sexual knowledge that certified her for the job.“Glad that you took our case, Miss Legrand. Me and My husband were waiting for you…”“Please, don’t need to be that formal. We are all friends here. Please call me Marion…”We invited her to enter. Counting off the strokes of the braided leather horse whip as is bit into the soft skin of my ass. Crying, losing count, having to start over, getting extra strokes until it was finally over. Feeling his hand, surprisingly gently rubbing my hot sore butt afterwards, telling me softly my ass would be beautiful in a couple of hours when the welts and bruises had ripened.I recalled being bent lengthwise over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles tied to each of it's legs, the center piece of lumber.