"You see this in other cases like it. Josef Stalin died in 1953. Shortly thereafter the former head of the secret police, Lavrenti Beria, was arrested... We have three accounts of what happened: first, Beria was shot on the spot; second, he was taken into a nearby room or basement and shot; and third, he was taken to a military base where, after an investigation lasting several months, he was tried and shot. I'll leave it to you which scenario was the one that actually played out. Just remember. "Does it hurt?" "No Mistress. It doesn't hurt at all." "Tell me slave. Tell me how much you like it." "I never imagined it to feel so nice Mistress." She smiled and began to slowlyincrease her rhythm. Then slapping his red stripped behind she commanded. "Say'fuck me I'm a slut'." "Fuck me I'm a slut." "Your my filthy little slut. Aren't you slave?" Purposely making sure thatshe was massaging his prostate gland with her dildo as her rhythm increased. "I'm your filthy dirty little slag whore slut. He just smiled and told her good girls get treated right, bad girls get punished. Again she protestestes and threatened she would call out and scream. He reminded her that no one lives within a couple a miles of the house, so she could scream all she wanted. He instructed her to drink up."Now, my slut, would you like another drink before we begin our night of fun?", he asks. She told him, she didn't like being called a slut and that she was a good girl. He looked her up and down and told her. "First I want to see those perfect little tits," I said and unfastened the clasp at her neck and let her dress fall. They were just as I had imagined. Tiny and tan capped with small brown nipples. I skimmed my hand over them gently and was pleased to see the nipples pucker almost instantly. I led her in front of my floor to ceiling mirror and stood behind her as I covered her tiny tits with my hands and kissed her neck. My thumbs ran back and forth over her hardening nipples as she leaned back.