My shower was interrupted by the sound of Tracy returning to the apartment."Natalie, get out here," she called. My body reacted before my mind, and I ...as out of the shower, heading to the bathroom door.Tracy was standing by the kitchen table when I emerged, naked and dripping, from the shower. She had obviously spent some time preparing herself to be as forceful with me as possible. She stood with her arms crossed, and barely batted an eye at my state of undress."Why isn't dinner ready?" Her. As perplexing as the first letter was, the journal was more intriguing. June 13th, 1899 We were met with terror in the night. A huge male lion attacked our camp right after the evening meal, when many were relaxed and not on guard. My good friend and old army buddy, Hillary Edmunds was killed while trying to get a shot into the beast. It is his blood that stains this page. Edmunds died quickly but the lion dragged a porter off into the jungle. We pursued but found only part of the poor man.. And he said that was okay, he'd wait for me in my room,like we'd normally do," I squirm. "I.. I started to wipe off the makeup, and strip, but realised.. I had none of my clothes in there.. and..I was so hard... The fear of discovery and humiliation was s.. soarousing to me.. I started to stroke my cock through the tights andpanties imagining what might happen, and I came... in my sisterspanties..."I swallow, and Mistress Thorne releases my wrist as I take a neededdrink of my wine. "Then I. He pumped hard, heavy balls slapping my clit, staccato rapture to the pain-pleasure radiating out of my pussy. I loved it."Worship me!" I moaned. "Harder! Hurt me!" Dirty whore!" he laughed, driving into my vessel's sweet pussy harder. "So tight! I never thought the mayor's daughter would be such a whore!" What?" someone yelled."Don't you all recognize the pride of Paris," Jake chuckled, pumping inside me faster. "She's the Mayor's precious daughter. What a fuckin' slut she is!" Yes, yes!".