Their plan was to follow the natural rhythm of the park as closely as possible, and the fake quarter moon and starlight was sparkling off the snow. Th...y provided ample light for their needs.Emily leaned over and kissed him again. Mark kissed back on her cheek. “How are you feeling?”Emily gave a long sleepy sigh back. “It actually feels kind of nice, a little like being drunk but much more peaceful. Deeply peaceful ... I’m so glad you’re here.”Mark nodded, his hand moving to caress Emily’s ear. I knew the police had not questioned Desmond Huntley after his arrest. He told them he wanted an attorney before questioning even began and they returned him to his cell.I knew that the state's case hinged primarily on a videotape and an eyewitness. Given the widely-ranged estimated time of death, both would be easy to impeach. In fact, as soon as I got the name of the eyewitness, I planned to do exactly that. I would insist that the police provide a lineup and force the witness to pick Desmond. Did youpee your little panties?" He knew she was as excited as he was, thatseeing him humiliated and shamed in front of her and obviously turned onby it, was just as sexually powerful for her."No, Lady," he answered her question in a voice that trembled from theintensity of his emotions. He stood in front of her, his eyes cast down,and his hands behind his back, the proper stance for a submissive beforehis Domina."Look at the slut in his pretty panties. His pretty wet panties," shecontinued to. I had tried to not look at my body as I dressed, but now my curiosity got the better of me; I looked down the front of my shirt and saw that my breasts, what little there was, were bruised, too. From the way the rest of my body felt, I could easily guess that I was covered in bruises. I didn’t look because I didn’t want to see any more. But that meant I had to take a cold shower to minimize the bruises, instead of the scalding hot shower I so desperately wanted. When I opened the door (it.