There’s a short pause, just long enough for her to begin to get uncomfortable with standing in the nude, then... We hear the creaking, grinding soun... of the big studio door being wound open a couple of feet. Light spills in through the gap from outside. Then the dog appears, a big beast casting a big shadow. He steps through the door and walks through the studio at his own pace – and we recognise him immediately... “GOLIATH!” Calls Patricia from the other side of the studio. “YES!” She’s got. She closed them tight and opened them only to find him still standing in front of her with his hand reaching for hers."Come with me, beautiful. It's time for your dessert!"Jonathan led her to the small room between the gymnasium and the showers. The same room she used earlier to have some privacy. Only this time when Jonathan opened the door there was a bed and flames from the candlelight danced upon the walls. The bed was huge and covered with satin sheets and a down comforter.The comforter. I was the definition of sex: red lips, lace, heels. Bring it on sweetheart, I was ready. He took off his shoes and shirt and crept up to me, kissing my stomach and tinkering with my belly button piercing. His lips were wet, sliding around on my hip bones, leaving slimy lubricant on my stomach. His eyes were glossy, his hardness apparent and stiff. He unhooked my bra in the front with steady fingers and unleashed my perky breasts that still pointed upwards. My nipples were getting hard from him. And so my annoyed brother stopped the camera, apparently in shock state, then I looked at him face to face, slapped his face twice, and once he snapped out of it, I gave him my personal sword I had from my trip on Asia (where I actually got one cute little boy too), and gave him the written message on a piece of paper. He read it, and doubting about this, he did write the bloody message on her cute, teenage girl back. We then took off the rope on her left the handcuffs she was wearing on her.