"He's going to take me to lunch at a cozy gas-lit London pub in 1891."He's going to take me to lunch at a cozy gas-lit London pub in 1891. I'll be his fiancee, a most proper and chaste lady. He's going to lure me upstairs to his room, then tie me up, strip off my gown, spank me, play with my cunny until I'm hot, then force me to have sex with him. He will continue to use me until dinnertime, then we'll go back to the pub. I'll be crying with shame as he teases me and forces me to fondle him in the booth. I may try to escape or get help, but the rowdy pub patrons will assist him to keep me. "Afterwards, we'll go back to his rooms where he has hired a photographer. The photographer will be astonished and disgusted by my degradation, but will be well paid to shut up and take his pictures. To my eternal shame, they will record my initiation to the arts of whipping, oral and anal sex, bondage, and whatever other perversions he can imagine. |