. Or a beast.“Honey? I heard noises, where are you? Is everything...” Emily briskly walked into the room, her hands still covered with suds from t...e laundry she was doing on the roof. Stan’s heart dropped as her expression changed from one of deep concern to abject horror as she took in what stood before her. Stan tried to comfort her, but as he reached out she took a step away.“Emily... itth... itth me. Ith okay…” he tried to assure her as he reached out a hand. Only realizing it was still. No, it wasn’t the keeping it real part. It wasn’t even the part where you sang for me – I can still hear you say “people pay me good money for that” or words to that effect. Beautiful singing, but I don’t think that was when that moment of clarity came. Or the kisses either. Oh my, those kisses. Gentle, slow, sometimes our lips barely touching, but always coming back for another kiss, equally gentle, equally tender. I love those kisses, but that wasn’t where the uncertainty ended either. It. Concern had turned to anxiety and finally to fear as Helen, although unaware of the exact nature of Phillipe's and Glen's argument was uncomfortably aware that Phillipe was making remarks and even gestures which were becoming suggestive. The memory of the night in Phillipe's room when she had almost fallen victim to the same fate as Rachel still played itself vividly in her mind. She kept asking herself if she had simply imagined it, misinterpreted or exaggerated his intentions, but deep within. It wasn’t scorching hot, as they didn’t want to permanently injure him, but it was hot enough to be uncomfortable and to allow the muscles to relax and loosen up to accept larger stuff later on. Ms. Firestone, in a fit of sexual heat, retrieved a smallish but very effective whip made of white leather, and started lashing Tim’s back while he endured the hot iron balls in his ass. After about ten minutes, they switched on the electricity and Tim felt like someone had pierced his prostate. He.