He is very interested in the bite marks on our bodies, we did not even realise they were there until this morning. I wonder if he feels the same way a...out her as she does about him. The way he is looking at her body suggests that he might. The day is overcast and we are all listless. We work out on the masturbation machines, but they do not turn us on in the same way as they did yesterday. We pick at lunch and as there is no sun there is little point in sunbathing. Today is my day to choose. It had been many years since she had enjoyed being stretched by a long, thick length of male meat. Part of her, the wicked portion that usually came out only in her erotic dreams about her son, put in a surprise appearance and the wetness between her legs grew, becoming noticeable even to her assailants. A knowing hand began to rub between her trembling legs, probing her wetness and what it revealed about this charming, well mannered, mature woman. "I think we have a whore on our hands. ”“I’m sure the other shareholders just love this,” Hailey noted.“It’s a vanity project for most of them,” Phil explained. “They put money into like my family does. They don’t really care about profits. They like to say they own part of a studio. Or hell, they like to get one of the actors to show up at their granddaughter’s birthday party. They won’t make a lot of noise on this ... or at least they haven’t a lot of noise when far bigger issues arose than this.”“I just don’t understand why you. ..!Die Rothaarige warverstummt."Und nun zu Dir Chantale, stell dich mal grade hin!"Madames Stimme hatte jetzt die Härte einer routinierten Geschäftsfrau."Nicht Übel, los mach die Haare auf!"Bettina gehorchte wortlos."Und jetzt schieb deinen Rock hoch"Madame hatte eine Reitpeitsche in der Hand. Bettina zögerte, schon wegen dervielen Leute in dem Zimmer."Was ist, willst Du den Job oder nicht?"Ihre Stimme klang jetzt wie ein Peitschenhieb. Bettina gehorchte. Sie zog denRock immer höher. Sie war.