’ She smiled, but said nothing more, and we both watched as Beth came down. To say that the ugly duckling had become a swan is the stuff of cliché,...but it was apt. Why I’d ever thought of Beth as skinny or mousy was beyond me now. The dark-brown hair that was usually swept back in a pony tail was done up in a very adult roll at her nape. The slender body — slender, not skinny – that was usually hidden by shapeless sweaters was clad in an ivory ball gown, long, flowing. She wore a shawl across. As we entered room 607, he said, "I owe your friend Beth a great debt of gratitude. She told me that I should be direct with you. I'd never have had the nerve, otherwise." You know Beth?" I said, shocked. "How do you know her, and what else did she tell you?" Beth is a squat little monster who--I mean a lovely, successful accountant who owns her own business, lives in a palace on the North Shore, and occasionally leaps into bed with my husband. She is my dearest friend, I might add. At least I. Pl..pleasemaster, I need you to rape my jewcunt? Aurealia was sobbing both in fearand in dismay that she had sunk so low so quickly. She tried to finger her cunt vigorously as he had demanded since she could notstomach any more pain. The ?Master? grabbed her fingers and pushed them out ofthe way as he stuck his thick dick next to her hole and entered her as he spokewith his usual coldness ?Yes whore, you need to be fucked this way and it pleases meto fuck you now? He spared no force or speed. After pulling his handkerchief from her mouth, he dropped the whore to the floor in the center of the room and tossed the cloth in the trash by the sink. Her eyes flew around in terror, but he intentionally left the lights off. Only a faint glow came from the hallway, so the bitch wouldnt be able to see much yet. He moved behind her and untied her hands, but then immediately retied them in front of her. He then hooked the rope over the chain in the ceiling, almost identical to the one in.