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He looks at the maid, then at me... then back at the maid and growls about me not being ready yet. Then he picks up the bottle and thrusts it under my nose and growls that I drink it amateur up and soon. I masturbation do need a drink... what have I gotten myself into. I take the bottle from him and pour myself a glass... the way he looks at me, I practically gulp down the wine. It hits me like a train... I have a problem with fast drinking... maybe if I drink up, I'll pass out and when I wake up I can just leave. I drink up directly from the bottle... Someone, the maid, takes the bottle away from me. I am floating... at least, my head is. I can feel hands on me... gripping my arms tight... lifting me off the chair. It's the brute. I want to shout and punch him. He is gentle as he starts to undress me... I am horrified but I can barely hold up my head to protest. I think I am naked... I feel naked. The maid and the brute, beauty and the beast, are doing something to me, to my body and face... is it make-up. I smell something sweet. Someone touched me down there... rubbed something there. I am in and out of consciousness. When I finally wake up, my head still feels light, euphoric and I feel violated. I look down at myself and I am wearing a belly dancer's costume... except I have pasties instead of a blouse. The harem pants are strung beads... if I move my legs, they part... revealing everything... because obviously it's crotch-less. I totter to my feet and look at my reflection. I look good and I look younger. I'd shaved down there in the morning in anticipation of our 7 PM tryst... but it's never smooth and I didn't have time to go to the salon for a Brazilian. But someone had given me one... I indian was soft to the touch. I wondered if it was the brute or the maid. I hoped it was the brute. The maid came in as I did a pirouette for the mirror. She smiled and asked me to follow her. Took her out the fridge this morning.” He directed the amateur stream of water at her waist and down to her indian vagina. Then we noticed that the Alfredo was really doing what it was intended to do. I rolled my eyes. "Oh! Now!” she ordered as Isabelle and I shared a quick glance before she began to head off. Mary carefully negotiated her way down two flights of stairs into the basement. Trish practically jumped out of the car and dropped to her knees. She was sure she wouldn't of got to where she was today with her fathers name behind her. Swallowing hard once more, Kyle took Natalie’s advice as he nodded silently. For me I assume. Since she had to appear, she might as well look good for her last appearance. Her children's bodies were covered with sweat and Deb could see the tiny moist beads glistening on the lips masturbation of her daughter pussy. It wouldn’t hurt you to loosen up a little, you know.” He began to look at Misty differently.