He held his hand around her throat, not too hard, but hard enough to scare her. His eyes stared into hers with meaningful objectivity. She looked back... at him, realising that his grip was not exactly hurting or choking her. ‘Ok you bitch, shall I continue?’ He asked. She nodded and somehow thought the whole act was no longer unpleasant. Infact, it was becoming quite erotic, just like the time when she and the professor were discussing the act of premeditated rape and surprise. Was Jack now doing. My erection was straight out. Sloane grabbed it and walked me to the couch. I was mesmerized by her enticing puffy nipples. Not as yet erect, they were beckoning to me, but Sloane was more interested in kissing. I learned one thing from watching women pleasure each other, that foreplay was integral to their enjoyment. It had to be both mind and body. Not rushing was the key.We kissed and nibbled for what seemed like an eternity. I've never enjoyed it more. I rolled over onto my back as Sloane. " Stay for some tea?" Margaret Beall asked."No'm," Stud replied. "They 'spects me at home. Looks like it might rain or something worse. Night." Happy fellow," Mrs. Beall said after the door was latched."Yes, he usually is. Not very much ambition though." Beall turned the heavy envelope over in his hands a few times looking at his name in a very small script on the front. The back was sealed with dark red wax and the impression of a signet ring."Aren't you going to open it?" his wife asked."Oh,. ..the Count's boots echoed down the dank stone passage, rousing Misty from her reflections. She shivered as he approached, his rakishly handsome features afffecting her as they always did, despite the heavy whip he carried in his hand and the hard, cruel glint in his eye. Misty was acutely aware of her helplessness, her wrists held over her head by heavy manacles, her pettycoat a ragged ruin that clung tenuously to her voluptuous body. The Count paused before her, eyeing her boldly. When his.