Even through her dress, the burning friction stung her stomach. With the bottom stair now well out of reach, she knew she was defeated. “No!” she ...elped, her voice showing her obvious terror. She knew this time he’d be angry from her outburst, and her heart was already hammering about what he was going to inflict on her.His movements were quick now, well timed and too fluid for her to counter. Her delicate feminine frame was no match for the stocky builder. She could hear his snarling breath. "I've not accepted you as my slave yet," said Beth calmly. "Besides, a slave must never touch her mistress' person unless given leave to."Lucy nodded. There was so much to learn if she was lucky enough to become Beth's slave. To heck with her career and family. The children were old enough to take care of themselves. They could have the house if they wanted. All that Lucy wanted to do was serve Beth."Now tell me everything that has occurred since the beginning and leave nothing out."Beth nodded. There were some things that I absolutely couldn't though truly.I would not eat their assholes or touch scat. Nor did I tolerate being face slapped.Also I was not a lesbian. Though I am sure that is a pleasure some women enjoy but it was not for me. My Midwestern values probably what accounts for the way I am.Recently, feeling horny after getting dumped ,I joined one the webs bondage dating sites giving in to pent up desires. Barely had I finished completing my profile and adding pictures when I. Did. Not. Stab. Anyone.’ ‘Stop talking, I told you to stop talking.’ Liam had packed his briefcase and was now pushing Nicki into her coat. ‘Fine, that’s fine. You’re free to go. It’d be a lot less suspicious if Ms. Moran cooperated with the investigation.’ ‘Don’t bullshit me, detective. You have your mind made up about my client.’ ‘Your client was covered in the victim’s blood.’ ‘Adam Winters was bleeding out when Ms. Moran found him.’ ‘At her apartment!’ ‘Outside her apartment.’ ‘There’s not.