It cast its beam across the marbled floor, onto the Persian rug, across the king-sized bed, and onto the face of Contessa Helena de San Finzione. She ...pened one eye slightly and the light entered it as well. Helena grumbled and turned over, burying her face in the chest of one of the castle guards. When Maria came back to the castle and gave her report about her visit to Troy & Julie’s hotel room the next afternoon, her recounting of the night spent with the two of them and their friends got. How had she come to this: quivering and half naked before a group of ogling, self-satisfied males? She was proving them right, confirming everything they had thought about her. Frail, insipid, powerless. A typical woman."That's a lot to deal with," Scott continued, spreading his hands magnanimously, "that's why we're willing to give you all the time you need to adjust." He was literally glowing with generosity, his expression that of an absolute monarch conferring a supreme favour on a pauper.. With a little smile Kallie motioned them to rise. "You," she pointed to Sarisha. "Follow these sisters upstairs." Sarisha looked back at Becky as she left, as to say "sorry", then was gone, along with 2 of the sisters. Becky was left alone with Kallie and Christine."You," continued Kallie."Her name's Becky," broke in Christine, stepping forward. "May I?"Kallie nodded, and Christine continued: "Becky, you will have to follow any instructions given you by the sisters tonight, no matter what. Fail. No talking, now. My hands travelled slowly, gently, soaking in her warmth through the fabric. Over her ribs, the soft flesh over her kidneys…down lower, over the small of her back…till I was stroking her ass through the sheer, short skirt. When I began to pull up her skirt, bunching it in my hands, she started to turn – but I gently placed her hands back on the hood and shook my head, smiling. I pulled it up the sides of her bare thighs, over the swell of her hips, until I could see the black.