” She slid up to him and put a hand on his chest. She smelled like jasmine and calamus. He simmered some more.“Of course I miss you. But…”“B...t what? You’re afraid? Embarrassed? Too many regrets? What’s your excuse?”“Don’t talk to me like that.”“What are you going to do about it?” She slapped him across the face. He yelped, and his whole body twisted with the force of it. She wound up for another one but he caught it and pushed her back. She jostled the altar, upending candles into rivers of. ? I branded her witha fork I think when I was 9 or 10, put my mark on her arse. Our parents thoughtit charming, showed her off to their friends when they had parties. I wouldgive demonstrations even at that age. When I was 14 of course she was marriedoff to the sub son of one of the group. ?? Wonderful My dear.? I pauseas her movements over the mouth beneath her intensify and she shudders inorgasm. She rests like a hen nesting, lifts the electric prod and gives a shockto the slave?s neck,. She shook her head weakly as one last thread of resistance stretched and then snapped. She drew in a shuddering gasp, letting it go as a soft sigh, her body trembling now more with desire than fear. Her heart pounded, which she could feel as a dull pulsing in her cunt as it grew wet under her clothing.Heather drew in a steadier breath and raised her eyes to Richie. She gave him a sultry smile, her gaze burning with lust."Whoa," Richie said in a low voice. He stared as Heather walked up to him,. I love how quiet it is, and the fact that I can see the stars at night. I could do without the cold and snow, but that adds its own charm, in a way.”“It is a very different lifestyle than Chicago. I’m not sure I could handle the lack of things to do!”“You’re one of the most active, busiest people I know. And you seem to thrive on it. I don’t. The city was wearing on me, and not just because my marriage was failing. I had the same kind of feeling in Boston growing up. Too many people; too much.