Grabbing the Snowflake's golden hair, Jasmine yanked her upright, lifting until she and Iris were eye to eye. "You watch that tongue, or I shall remov... it!"Iris cowered before her mistress's anger and dangled limply with her feet several inches above the floor. She had no doubt that the healer had the skills to remove her tongue without outright killing her, despite the intense pain such a procedure would inflict. "I, I'm sorry!"Jasmine let Iris drop back to the floor. "That's better. Please. If we have people who are interested we can also provide images of them having sex. One thing I did think of since I started thinking of this project is we can have film of some women undergoing light torture.” Both KK and Eva turn to give him hard stares. He holds his hands up in stop signs as he adds, “Picture the rebels like MariLynn tied to a table, naked with her legs spread wide while Mistress Eva walks around the table tapping her riding crop against her leg as she issues orders to a. " No, no, stay and keep El amused."See you have to keep me amused," said El when her mother had disappeared upstairs."Yes my niece," I said very seriously."Oh uncle you are funny," she said and she moved about on my lap."Stop that you little minx," I snapped."Why that's Uncle?" she said with a straight face.Oh she knew what she was doing all right."Anyway I'm glad you don't think I'm scrawny," she giggled, pushing her budding breast into my chest. "I'm almost a 'B' cup now." Is that right?" I. He too, had a sigh of relief when his mother left the manor. Opening his wardrobe, Master Paul looked at the garments that hung within, pushing the padded hangers back and forth along the rail. Nothing that hung there pleased him. He shut the wardrobe and moved to his bed. The summer night’s breeze blew into the room carrying on its gentle tendrils the scent of the wild flowers in the meadow. His thoughts ran amuck with Isabella lying in the wild flowers. He remembered how they surrounded her.