“I'm going to slide my cock in there....would you like that” “Yes.....please” He pulled out of both holes then opened my arse cheeks and beg...n to lick around the hole. “Any lube Aim?” he asked. It sounded like he asked me that everyday and that made me laugh, he rewarded me with a good hard slap on the butt cheek and followed it with the throaty laughter we always found so easy to share. “Lube?” he repeated and I pointed to the top drawer of my bedside table. Leaning over me he opened it and. I’ll be glad to be free of Derek, it nauseates me to have to live in the same house. This is working out well.’ ‘Good,’ I said, relieved, ‘I’ll see if Jenny will help to move my stuff on Saturday. Will you be here permanently from the following Saturday night?’ She nodded. ‘And will you eat here evenings until you finally take up residence? You don’t need to cook for Derek do you?’ ‘Not any more.’ She had that set to her jaw again. ‘One other thing,’ I said tentatively. ‘Trish is going to New. Just the thought of the shocks he gave me last time, the agony that ran through my veins like boiling blood....it was too much to bear...and he had promised it wouldn't ever be that gentle again...I tried to cry, to offer at least some expression of remorse, but I couldn't even do that. I was paralyzed with fear, all I could do was look around the room at every torture device ever imagined by man, all waiting hungrily for me. And these weren't the sexy kinds like in the Playroom...those could. She was momentarily flustered, but he was an excellent dancer with a dazzling smile. ‘I have been watching you all evening, Heather,’ he said in a deep voice. ‘Who are you, sir?’ ‘I am the Duke of Ridgeley, Cameron Northleigh.’ Heather was shocked. The Duke of Ridgeley was married to the most beautiful woman in all of London. Ginger Hamilton-Northleigh, the Duchess of Ridgeley, although beautiful, was in very fragile health and had been pregnant, the last Heather heard. ‘Where is your wife,.