Oh! Dear… when I reread the pages of this book, I realize how terribly shocking this narrative would be to one who has not experienced the nightmare I have in this house. I know that I must hide this journal within the walls of house and when I have the time, I must burn it, so no one will know what immorality took place here in the name of virtue. I must go, the Master calls!
Susanna Beecham
Janis looks up and smiles. “Oh my! What horror!” She plays the actress and mockingly grasps her chest. “What shall she do now?” Then she breaks into a giggle and looks up at Hurst. “So, Sir, this is what you plan for us next?”
“A little ponyplay? Why not?” Hurst curls his fingers inside her thick hair, then grabs it tight and holds her immobile, leaning down so they are eye to eye. “You’d be the f
