She wondered if they were hard. She spent the day cleaning house. She refused to watch her soap opera for fear she'd end up lying on the couch w...th her legs spread and a finger up her cunt. She did wonder what Zenobia was doing today, whether the woman was having another passionate meeting with the stableboy. The hardest part of her day was spent watering the plants in the conservatory. The rain rattled down on the glass roof and walls of the conservatory and Alicia felt depressed.. ..It was in her twenty-third year of life that things began to take a turn for the worse; it all began at one her now famous soirees. A well known Judge, who liked to be bound tied and spanked by three scantily clad women; was returning the favour to a nineteen year buxom brunette. He had her hanging by her feet from the ceiling her legs spread wide apart. The Judge was using a riding crop on the girl's cunt she was swinging and gurgling in pain. No one saw her being sick and that sick sticking. He growled in desire as his fingers brushed against the lips of her pussy. Eliciting another silent gasp from her as his touch sent electric shivers through her body.She moved to a nearby bench, dropping her shorts on the way and looking over her shoulder at him in an inviting way. He followed her like a dog on a leash, obediently coming in her wake. She could feel his eyes on her bare ass as she walked and thrilled at the control she appeared to have over him. She reclined on the bench,. I mean could you…could you please fuck my arse?’’ That dark glint sparkled in his eyes, she felt him swell inside him as she spoke the words. Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip sheepishly waiting for his answer. ‘’Are you sure you want this?’’ Darla couldn’t bring herself to say the words; she looked him in the eye and nodded silently. That devilish smile of his spread across his face baring those pearly fangs and she felt him pulling his cock from within her. The thought of what he was.