. my daughter." Judy had said.Jane stopped and looked at her in horror."You have a daughter? You never told me." Jane said."You never gave me a chance..." Judy replied."Where is she now?" Jane asked."I left her at the sitters before I came down." she replied."My god. I didn't know. They must be frantic." Jane gasped.The woman just nodded, tears forming in her eyes.Jane was lost wondering what to do. By now they had surely notified the authorities. She needed some kind of cover story. All she. It is her own confession freely given by her own mouth, that makes her a witch.It seems Maria de Garrovilla is a favorite among your villagers and several letters have been written on her behalf to the Bishop in Madrid, pleading for a mercy or a pardon. They say that she has an honest heart that has been lead astray and that she can be turned from her evil witchcraft if only given the complete supervision of the church. They argue that there are countless poor, country churches in need of a. .. But what was really making me crazy was her shaking body... Or her hurtful groans, her screams, I couldn't say for sure. Nah, it was the way she was helpless, the way I was the master of her body. The way I owned her. The only two things she could do, the only things I allowed her to do, was scream and feel what I wanted her to feel.Erika's little body was struggling below mine, her thin wrists cuffed to the headboard, her face pressed on the mattress and her legs strapped bent so she was. I looked at Wanda lying back in the bathtub with her breasts floating on the surface of the water. I had seen my wife do that a hundred times before, but this was not my wife. This was almost a perfect stranger and she was nude in my bathtub. She had even promised me sex in exchange for that bath.I sat there looking at her and she smiled back at me. I watched her soap up her breasts and then Wanda asked me if I wanted to do it. When I hesitated she said that it was okay because we were going to.