She was thrown onto pebbles and stones that scratched her flesh and scored her scalp.And then Glade lost consciousness. But not immediately. For a tim...e measured in moments of anxiety and fear, she hovered in a state midway between uneasy sleep and wary wakefulness. Above her, the hyena stared down into the hole startled but apparently unharmed. During her moments of consciousness, Glade watched the snarling and yelping hyena circle the newly formed hole. He was weighing the rewards of jumping. “What did you say you naughty girl?”. He whispers back.Beth opens her eyes with sudden but still tenuous sense of empowerment and self-assurance, looks him straight in the eye and shyly says “Touch my cunt”.They both pause for moment as she smiles a devilishly at him. “please touch my cunt you fucker”.Andrews smile is small but full of intent as his hand drops to the hem of Beth’s skirt, just above her knees. “More insults eh? I can see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson young lady”Beth. Sara's life's quickly become like his, as she loves to serve him as live-in maid, maiden, cleaner, cook & love.Sara knows his iron rules of behaviour for early mornings: Silent service, all in proper order. Tea first. Big mug.Sara knows how he wants immediately after: coffee with whipped milk & cream, served with something sweet.Sara knows she can & will empty his balls three or four times more during the weekend: uterus' sexy showers.Sara knows intuitively that orgasming often increases her. “I want to taste you,” she said. “Can I?”“Yes!” Chrisanne gasped. “God, yes.”Iris made her slow way down the writhing body, pausing to kiss and stroke the curve of her belly, her sharp hipbones, the silken skin on the inside of her thighs. She felt so fucking good…When they’d fucked in Italy, Iris thought the magic of that night had been due to the wedding and the sounds of the night, the violin, and the faint rush of the sea coming in through the windows. But she felt the same sense of wonder.