There were a number of other people – both men and women she could call on at a moments notice to fulfil her desires. She thought of the beautiful t...wo weeks she had spent at her villa in Spain. Sun, sea and plenty of sex. She had taken her maid with her for immediate pleasure. But there were plenty if young virile men and sexy hot girls to pick up at the local clubs. She had indulged often and left these people knowing who was in control. ‘Get that little worm ready to go to the stables in 20. After I finish, I use a plush towel to dry myself, gingerly, and brush my hair. I apply some Astroglide to my asshole and pussy. Parker watches me closely. I blush again, embarrassed to be seen as I prepare my own ass and pussy to be ravaged. I redo my lipstick; there is always one of my lipsticks and gloss in this bathroom, and once it is done, Parker opens the doors to the master bedroom. I enter it, and he leaves, closing the doors behind him.I approach the four poster bed. The bedposts are. ’ She stroked his lank hair from his sweat-beaded face, looking into his eyes as they flickered with pain. She had to do this properly, cleanly. It was bound to hurt though. The men arrived with the knife and the candle. She held the blade into the flame, waiting impatiently for it to be hot enough to cauterise the wound. ‘Why are you helping me, Kitty?’ whispered the Captain. ‘You could let me die. You could be free.’ ‘How do you know I don’t mean to stab you with this knife?’ she replied with. It was like I was watching from a place on the wall of my room. Maybe, deprived of a body, I had moved into one of the paintings of Bec on my bedroom wall. I watched as B burst through the door. She threw herself down onto the bed. She punched down into the mattress. She punched and punched, over and over. She kicked and punched and clawed. She bit down onto the pillow to muffle her screams. She screamed and screamed. Her body writhed and jerked.My multiple sets of painted eyes swivelled to.