He then turned his face to me with a stern look, he gently slapped the back of my hand which was holding my skirt. He held my gaze for a second longer...and then turned and kissed my thigh, just above my knee.“Do you need to rest your other foot?” he asked.“Uhuh?” I half-answered, half-mumbled, half-questioned.A smile crossed his face as he lifted my other foot, kissing my ankle and calf, before putting that over his other shoulder. Tommy wrapped his arms under and around my thighs and ran his. She voided herself uncontrollably.How dare he?Rebecca rebuked herself for her panic, ignoring the vomit and focusing on the staff and note. Panic receded in the face of a shaking rage. She had been violated! This was worse than the attack in Indiana when he had dared caress her and squeeze her breast. He had handled her cup! He had created a sacrificial altar of her staff and sweater. The thought of having him near her filled her with such anger that the room disappeared from her vision. She. You have to take things easy. I shall deal with the food preparation. It is time I did more in that line, anyway."Isabella said softly, "The painkillers are helping, but my tummy is still not right, so I fancy scrambled egg or something else light, Euphemia."Ebenezer unexpectedly giggled uncontrollably. They both stared at him, confused. When he had recovered, he said, gently, "I think that was perfect diplomat-speak for "I don't trust you in my kitchen, woman!" Very good, Isabella.Euphemia,. Needless to say, the camisole and wrap were long gone. I heard a belt loosen, some fabric hit the floor, and the sudden smack of his hand against my ass cracked the still summer air. I let out a muffled shout, trying desperately to retain some control of this situation, but he seemed to sense my withholding and brought his hand down repeatedly, consistently. Each blow intensified the pain incrementally, and I was once again betrayed by my own lust. My guttural outbursts were by now.