. the last morning he’d know. Ekua had already long seen to her ablutions, and stood in regal pose with her whip, the magnificence of her athletic f...minine shape, shown in her unashamed nakedness; a constant and erotic reminder to Crawford as to the power of womanhood, and his defeat to it. Her black nipples poked hard and high from her silky brown breasts, she having enjoyed taunting him mercilessly, now that the day of his disgrace had come, and Beryl would do likewise; she’d not miss the. ”“Your mom is a studio executive?” Phil asked.The other three burst into laughter and Phil wondered what he’d said that was so funny.“My mom is Jenvieve Borchard,” Grace said. Phil’s mouth dropped at the news. The woman was one of the most influential actresses in the business.“I had no idea,” he admitted.“I know,” Grace said, grinning. “Otherwise, you’d have been like that asshole Steinmetz and tried to hit me up for some capital.”“No, I wouldn’t,” Phil countered.“I’m kidding,” Grace told him.. Another woman in a long ballgown entered the stage wheeling a wooden bench that she placed behind Gemma, lengthways to her. Mike pushed Gemma back so that she had to lie on it It was uncomfortable as she lay on her bound wrists but by spreading her legs, she could ease the weight. This was the whole plan though as Mike kicked her feet apart so that her thighs were fully spread. The woman assisted by taking an ankle as Mike lifted each leg in turn so that the knees were drawn up to Gemma’s. "And indeed, when you hear of tales about Simon, it's understandable why some women think like that. He was a drinking buddy of mine and as we used the shortcut through the woods he would always need a pee at the same place; by the oak at the side of the path, looking out over the fields with his head resting on the branch of the tree while his bladder was drained. It was his routine.Until the farmer erected a new fence. A new electric fence. His howls echoed around the valley, his tortured cry.