" The night of the company party that George missed, the one he unexpectedly didn't come home to attend, I'm afraid that," he stopped and I could have...sworn he muffled a sob, "I'm afraid that I have proof that George is having an affair." "That's impossible!" I all but shouted. "I know, I can't believe it either, but," he clicked on the TV in the corner of his office, then started the VCR, "But there is this. Please don't ask me how I obtained it." It was a sex movie. A man, who looked like. Almost orgasmic, I imagined.“Your naughty little piss slut,” I whispered, shivering as her teeth brushed against my neck, helpless to do more than writhe in my bonds as she ran her tongue over my throat, her bite mark still throbbing noticeably, shivering as she began running her nails down my back, starting at the shoulders, her touch soft and sensuous at first, but growing harsher until she was raking them down my flanks, leaving a trail of pain in their wake and me gasping and breathless -. I saw the cloud of powder smoke rise and headed in that direction. I tried to remember how many had been in the party that passed me, perhaps ten to a dozen I figured, maybe one down and a lot to go. I quickly counted the horses and settled on ten to go.Except for some feeble cries, the quarters were quiet when I reached the most distant cabin, the place where I thought the shot had come from. A large black man lay sprawled in the dirt, his arms spread wide and a gaping hole in his. "Machst du mir die Handschellen ab?", fragte Richard dann."Nein Liebling", fl?sterte Natalie z?rtlich, "die beh?ltst du sch?n an."Sie strich ihm ?ber seine bestrumpften Beine und gab ihm einen Kuss."Aber warum? Ich m?chte nicht gefesselt sein!" Aber ich m?chte, dass du gut gefesselt bist. So habe ich dich gut imGriff. Warte!"Natalie zog ihm Strapse und Str?mpfe aus. Dann holte sie aus ihrenSchubladen einige Kleidungsst?cke.Sie begann, ihm eine braune Strumpfhose anzuziehen. Richard wurde.