)(Story Update: I'm eliminating the "Suspicion" stat. I don't really like it, have no good idea for implementing it, and just find it superfluous. I h...ven't once call for it in a choice or used it to modify the text, so it's going in the bin)Friday, June 28th. 113 days until the Big Day.Beth Wilson lay in bed, fingering the white gold band adorned by the modest but sparkling diamond that surrounded her ring finger as the dawn light played on its facets from the window. the bedroom was dim, and. You can do anything you want with me, Master."I loved it. She thought that I was some kind of a nerd that was totally incapable of hurting her. I felt more powerful at that moment than I had in months. "Take off your blouse," I ordered. I watched as she slowly removed her blouse and laid it over the chair beside her. "Now, remove your bra," I ordered, watching as her arms disappeared behind her back and her bra went loose on her breasts. Her breasts dropped slightly as her bra released them.. I.e 34-25-34 in size, weatish in colour, chubby checks, long eyes, sharp nose, long and soft hair and etc. She was wearing a miniskirt made of jeans cloth and a tight white T-Shirt showing the real size of her breasts. Now, I was very close to her and without making any noise stood in front of her. Her hot and heavy breath was flowing with a rhythm.My eyes started to capture the beauty of the thighs, her skirt was much above her knees and the milky thighs were clearly visible, I wanted to lick. More of this flirtatious fun perhaps? 'Ha ha,' I laughed it off, 'maybe's another time eh.' 'No Johnny, now...' I was playing in the shower and the shower head was really powerful and.... I couln't help wonder if you'd help me out...' She looked down at the floor like a lost little girl - that was what made it so hot, she wasn't certain this was right, she wasn't overly confident like some fake porn star. She was real; this was real. She came over and held out her hand for me to take and looked.