CHAPTER ELEVEN
"No, Wallace, no, no.
Please, darling, I didn't mean what I said." Jacqueline screamed as his hand curled around the strap of her brassiere and yanked. The epic-sized breasts sprang free, opulent, thick-nippled and resilient.
"You no-good b***h. So you'd squeal to the board and to Bertini, would you?" He uncoiled the whip that had already once been used to beat her into submission.
"No, no, I was just bluffing." She backed against a cold wash basin, recoiled and dodged to another corner of the bathroom. The shower she planned to take was running full force. She had stripped off her ruined clothing and had been on the verge of removing her brassiere when he burst in brandishing the whip.
"And you called me a faggot, too!"
"I didn't mean it. You truly conquered me in bed
