He seemed ok with it too, so I told him I’d be there sometime around one o’clock. The next day, I walked a couple blocks to a bus stop and caught ...he downtown route.I knew about where the shop was, but the neighborhood was pretty rough. As I stood to get off the bus, the bus driver didn’t open the door at first."Honey, are you sure you know where you are going?" he asked.I kind of looked puzzled for a second and tried to be cool."Yes, of course." "We just moved here recently," I said."Okay," he. He led me to a room, with a half bath across the hallway. I did some perfunctory washing, concentrating on removing the make up. None was better than too much. I redid some eye liner and a slight touch of lip color.The room, my room it seemed, was frilly in a preteen style. The drapery was blue gingham. The four post bed had a lace skirt, though the bed cover was hand embroidered and probably hand quilted. It would bring a small fortune in a knowledgeable auction. Once I noticed that detail,. I shoved the gag between her teeth and rotating it so devil girl showed out."Bye, Bye Slut" as I walk out of the old barn behind the bed and breakfast, close the doors and locking them as I leave.A short walk to a side door into the old tack room where I have the regular, low light and heat sensitive cameras set up to watch you without you knowing it.Watching from the monitors, I'm amazed how calm she is just hanging there. Calm that is until the barn slowly darkens as the sun sets, switching. I was in shock. I let out a quick Scream. “Quite bitch our I will cut your pretty face up”, Bob Said. “Please don’t hurt me”, I said as tears ran down my face. “Just shut-up and lay there, I’m going to have some fun”, he said. Then Bob slid his hands up my long muscular legs. Then he put the knife under my throat. He said, “look at me you cock tease”. I said, please no”. He just smiled as he placed his hand on my stomach. Slowly he slide his hand down under my G-string. I started crying as he.