The woman who’s back is turned to meis a blond with hot pink streaks in her hair. Turned up into a messy bun on her head.It looks like a golden oni...on set on fire and blazes in the light of the kitchen. Her body barely 5 foot tall. She may be 100 lbs. But I was never good with judging weight. She is buttering something that’s come out of a toaster. She wears a light blue body hugging silk cami with a deeper blue lace strip about three inches wide that leaves her spine almost visible. She is. Her twenty years of total abstinence and self-denial had built up in her and once unleashed seemed impossible to cool. But now she could indulge without any pangs of guilt, and had, to her heart's content.Yes, it had been a nearly perfect honeymoon, marred only by her memories, nagging recollections of how she had given herself to Mark beneath the elm tree on her father's ranch, and what had happened after that with three other males that she should never have had to come close to, who had. She loved to direct games with her companions acting out roles of prisoner's in her personal dungeon. At the age of sixteen, she collared a servant girl for her bedroom service and tested out her creativity in meting out punishment without leaving marks to reveal her guilty pleasures. The little servant girl was called Patricia and she was distant relative of some sort and a ward of the Duke. Her duties as a servant were to help pay her way since her family was totally penniless after being. Walking over to the closet she eyed the her wardrobe thinking about what she wanted to wear today. Lily wasn't that picky and simply nabbed up a cute pair of tight jeans and a low cut black top. Most of her clothes were along the lines of what the kids at her school called "goth" but she never felt like she fitted the stereotype. It was just what she liked so fuck what anybody else wanted to say. Laying them out on her bed Lily went back to the closet and reached into her secret hiding spot to.