A full flush of shame and horror surged over me -- I could feel my face burning. That was followed by a stab of self-loathing and guilt as the images ...f Emmie flooded my mind: her naked on the shower floor, my penis buried deep within her virgin pussy, my hips thrusting, my hands full of her naked, yielding breast-flesh...I opened my eyes and gasped for breath. I was stroking my erection, masturbating. No. I stopped. I had to stop. This had to stop and it had to stop now, before I was engulfed. I laid on my back and held her leash as I had her remove my boots and jeans -- then I raised my legs and ordered her to "tongue my balls and ass Laura" I knew I was sweaty from riding. Laura did this, I watched her wedding ring on me as she did so. Over the next several hours, I ripped her cloths from her body, I tossed her around roughly, I slapped her face and ass. I brought red marks onto her ass and tits from my thick leather belt. I tied her down, squatted over her to rim me and suck me.. The woman was a talented jewelry, dress and gown designer. On two turntables in this outer shop were manikins dressed in upscale fashionable business attire and on a fixed raised dais stood representative evening gowns, and wedding dresses suitable for Modern Bride magazine.The show case displays were of fine gold and silver jewelry. No two alike, as she prided herself as being able to give her clientele one of a kind fashion that the woman of taste could get nowhere else but in this shop.I. Emily felt the burning sensation of tears and a lump in her throat, Kiss him? The very thought revolted her. He had attacked her and her best friend, molested her and continuously reveled in demeaning and humiliating her. A kiss was an act of compassion she wished never to give this bastard, but he grew impatient, she could feel that growing beneath her so she lowered her head to his obedientlyShe found his breathe to be hot and smelling less then fresh, but she opened her mouth slightly upon.