Rohea unloaded their packs from the horses, while Puccar went to set some traps nearby in the tall grass."Maes," Rohea said as he approached her, carr...ing her pack. "How are you feeling?" I am well, Sir Rohea," Maes replied.Rohea placed his hand on her shoulder. "I am concerned about you, Maes," he said. "You looked like you went past your limit in Hayr. Things could have gone very wrong."Maes' eyes flared in anger. "I saved those people, didn't I?" Indeed you did," Rohea replied. "But at what. Yet something inside of her, some voice, some thought was very much awake, telling her to fight him, to fight the doctor, to fight everyone and everything. She bit down on his finger. ‘Ouch.’ The doctor slapped her face. ‘Little bitch.’ A sharp stinging pain traveled through her cheek, a dull pulsing warmth remained. He was rubbing her clit again. Sliding his finger up and down her slit, tingling arousal, dazed anger, confusion. His finger entered her. Thrusting in and out. She felt the. My hands ran greedily over every curve and crevice wanting desperately to hold all of her at once. I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers and planted open-mouthed kisses down her neck and passed her torso where I found a mouth that I could kiss deeply enough to satisfy my need. With each descending kiss I licked her skin in anticipation until I found my head cradled by her thighs. I brushed the full length of her lips wth my thumb lightly enough to tease but with enough pressure to open them,. Suzie and I worked on attaching straps to the bed putting all of the other toys in easy grasp. We had about forty minutes to wait until Trish was schedule to be home.I brought some things down with us and then sat on the couch and played roman fingers. I worked on orgasm denial while we waited. Bringing both of them to the point and stopping over and over again. They were to the point of begging by the time Trish's car pulled up and parked outside. I left them writhing on the couch and moved.