Comparedto me, Bernadette Peter’s hair is tame.“Thank you,” I said, tensing a thigh muscle and hopingmy pussy would not weep. It was...still puffy from thelunchtime romp and I knew he could see the hickies onmy boobs.“The boys told me about your performance, your skills,over at the hotel, but I would like a small sample, andthen I want you to go buy some clothes; there is areception tonight for some important clients.”I blinked at him as he swiveled his chair, pulled. "f******n years ago, I was screaming obscenities at your father and beating him with my fists." What's changed?" I asked.She laughed. "Nothing much." She placed her hand back on my forearm and rubbed it slowly up and down. Her hand left my forearm for my hair, which she ran her fingers through gently. "I just wish you hadn't found those damned pictures of me. It's amazing you haven't grown up a schizophrenic." "Who says I haven't?" I asked.She laughed lightly. "It would explain a lot."She got. My shirt had ridden up and I could feel the cool wood surface against my skin, an extreme contrast to the heat emitting from my body. My head hung over the far edge of the nightstand and your hand kept my head lifted and pulled back. Your thrusts continued without mercy. I could feel them both in my vagina and against my head as you lunged, using my hair for leverage.My hip bones dug into the edge of the table as you pressed into me with your weight. My eyes rolled back into my head from the. Rolf spun around to face its owner. The light of the torches blazedblindingly bright. Against the glare he could only see a figure on theplatform looming over them. He began to back away to the wall behind himwhen eldritch blue light raced across the room toward him. Before hecould do anything he was enveloped by the light. The shock of its touchmade him scream in agony where it struck him. His sword and shieldclattered on the floor as his body convulsed in the grip of the light.Dimly he was.