"Angelica looked worried. "Is all this true?" she asked sternly."Yes Miss Angelica, and you won't be ma'am until the master has done this to you. That...s what he wanted last night. He will undress you, stroke your bubbies and all the rest of your body, then he will put it into you. Only after that will you be truly his wife," the maid informed her, continuing, "Don't worry Miss Angelica, Martha will help you." Oh Martha, will you help?" begged Angelica, "I do so want to be a good wife." You just. I wouldn't mind going but I know Peter is not ready for that and I don't want to leave him alone. I was thinking that Peter could take us out. Either to the Plaza or we go to the sushi place he took me a while back and after that come back here. Maybe watch a chick flick while Peter rubs our feet and watch the ball drop on Times Square"."Ladies, please, don't give up on any fun on account of me. I'll be OK. I'll just overdose on Western movies while sipping cognac and smoking my pipe." Listen. Jayne's index and middle finger began to rub over the soft folds while they exchanged short slow kisses, the taste of spiced rum still evident as the quarter-full bottle sat on the desk across the room. The kisses grew longer as they gazed into each other, Jayne's hazel in comparison to the warm blue of Leigh's, their fingers also working deeper.Pushing the blankets aside, Leigh straddled her new friend while pulling the negligee up over her head, tossing onto the floor. Running her own right. I would need to use a careful, gentle approach. Not one of my strong points."You don't really expect me to start work until I'm free of pain from my whipping. If you read the file, you'll know that only a week ago, they whipped me front and back and did it as hard as they could. You cannot possibly know the suffering I'm going through." To my amazement he pulled off his shirt and lowered the back of his trousers; his back and arse were covered with the criss-crossing scars from whipping.