She heard the first of the chained girls creams coupled with the ragged moans of the length"filthy whore ", she mumbled and ascended the stairs, to ch...ange and join the guests for dancing.Xehiran was very tired and sore, but she didn't dare go to sleep.The faint squeaks of the dungeon inhabitants made sure she stayed wide awake. Her intimate parts and her breasts burned from the rape the kitchen help inflicted on her in the dark. The beasts seed was still thick and sticky between her thighs. He. Usually she hated the sad, flat pillows that Jacob bought for their apartment, but after spending a week in the hospital she was happy to return to the awkward, cold fabric. She’d only been back at the apartment for two days and Jacob--god bless his heart--waited on her hand and foot. When she said she was hungry, he set off to the kitchen to whip something up. When she complained about being sore, he’d gently rub her back, and for the first time ever, he’d turn up the damn thermostat when she. And even worse, there weren't many women - maybe one for every thirtyguys or so - not that he could have afforded one. And he sorelymissed having a woman to share his lonely bed. "That's it," he muttered. "I'm going home. Some other fool can takemy place here in hell." "Perhaps, I might be of some assistance, Mr. Bartlett," said a voicefrom out of the shadow. "Who's there?" "A friend, Mr. Bartlett," replied the voice. A young woman dressedin the clothes worn by the girls in that expensive. "Mmm, that'll be nice," she sighed her arms held me tightenly."Let's go into the garden then," I said taking hold of her hand and leading her out through the patio doors into the darkness beyond.I couldn't leave I had to stay and move my hand over her perfect bust."Don't stop Steve," she sighed.I looked up at her face but her eyes were closed tight but her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. Her nipples were erect now and though she was asleep, she was getting turned on.My wife.