Arch your back. Good girl." Chewing on my bottom lip, I glanced down at his hands. A whip filled each of them. Oh god. Andrew was taking his time, let...ing my thoughts swirl and gel. I just wanted it to be over. He was swishing his blonde horsehair whip back and forth in his right hand. He spoke evenly and almost without emotion. "Dominique, in my hands I have two whips. I will begin with the horsehair, which you have tasted before. I'll just warm you up a bit. Then I'll start with the cat. I. Not quite drunk, but near enough for his coordination to be affected. He sat down heavily on a tree trunk, hoping that his head would clear sufficiently for him to make it back to the colonial style house. As the eldest son of the Plantation owners, he was treated with a deference and respect above his young age. At twenty-one, he had seen and experienced rather more than the average young man in the 1760's. To his credit, around half a dozen children could be blamed on him directly. Possibly. .I kidded him nothing going to work…He said Arrange a meeting, then see what will happen…..He also said that, if he wins the bet, she is not your fathers wife and also not your mother….I accept the deal…He asked me to give a used cloth of mother, I immediately went to my house and bring the cloth and give him the cloth…I said that I will arrange the meeting in evening and ask him to come to Park….In Evening, as per my plans, I go with my mother and called him to inquire him whether he comes to. As soon as we had seemed to know what we wanted, Faye had returned.“Oh, excellent, I have just the perfect white to pair with that,” she said brightly. Peter did order his steak. Faye headed off, and Alex’s hand ran over my thigh. I picked off her fingers and she looked up at me with adoring eyes.“I’m going to freshen up before supper,” she told me. It took me a moment before I realized I had to move. She looked at her father as she rose. Her beautiful red dress clung to her figure and showed.