Too soon the night neared its end and it became time for us to withdraw. The rest of the guests would continue till dawn, but the newlywed couple was ...xpected to retreat to their room for the wedding night. The evening had been a wonderful and thrilling night for me, and I was sorry it had reached its end. Enduring lots of innuendo and shouts, we carefully retreated back to the wedding suite rented for us. It was a huge room filled with Victorian furniture. The bed was broad and covered with a. Purses were extra.Beth always wore the best because she had the money from her husband's inheritance to easily afford such a grand wardrobe. And even though she spent a lot of her time in Longview working charities, she was really there for one purpose and one purpose only. Her heart was in her throat as she braced herself for what she wanted to say. For what she had to say.Beth took a deep breath. She had rehearsed this in her mind for over a year. Yet she was afraid of the upcoming results.. She disconnect the phone kuch din bith gaye par uska call nahi aaya. Maine socha ki kisne time pass ke liye phone kiya, maine us number pe call karne ki kosish kiya par phone switch off laga Maine umeeed chod di, phir karib 2 weeks ke baad wahi number se call aaya so my slave ru ready for ur mistress to serve.I said yes, usne kaha kal thik 10 baje ye address pe pahuch jana, late mat hona, I said k mistress and she disconnect the call. Mai bahut excited ho gaya aur kal ke din ka intezaar karne. Zoey stays hunched in her quiet moment of misery. Suddenly, she lurches up, batting away my arm, looking disdainful and sour. “Tough jail bird wants a cuddle, does he? Aww. Bless.” Zoey’s almost spitting it at me. It’s her twisted brand of self-defense. I watch as she paces around the room, determined not to look in my direction. She stops, looking at the TV cupboard. It’s home to a DVD player, a games console and various shit I don’t even recognise. “Huh. Might be worth having.” I try to.