The feel of silk being ripped from her body, tight collars, the rattle of heavy chains as she was taken: it was a fairyland. The kiss of a crop over h...r skin. Then, as she felt the snare had shut around her tender body and there was no longer a way out, she trod with a slower and more measured pace, still excited by her captivity, by being owned. And after that she felt that they had finally reached that still point in the centre of the snare, where she was as fixed as his slave as he was as. We used tiny trails and moved slowly. We took turns on point and before three days were up I was leading all the time. A week and we split up in three man teams.It was several hours before we found the staging camp the Nees were using to move weapons and supplies into Clar. We split up again and slipped into camp to look around. In the back of a large tent I sliced a hole and slipped in. It held cases of new carbines and rifles with mage bands.I found one case of brush shotguns in ten gauge and. .”Christian Woodson laughed and said:“Yes you did. Yes you did. God, why did I cheat on you back then?" He looked upwards.“I don’t know.”“Christian!”Christian jerked his head. He knew that voice.“Becky, what’s up?"“You mind if I talk to my sis real quick?"“Nah, go ahead, Becky,” Christian said. He began to walk away when he heard:“Oh, and Chris... I’ll get to you later, big boy,” Becky said, winking at him.Ashley held in a laugh.“Is this still about...”“Yup,” Ashley answered.“Damn, that was. Her hair had been brushed out and she had touched her makeup up since he had gone upstairs. “Outstanding!”She pirouetted around, then said, “I just wanted to wish my husband a happy birthday! How old are you, honey?” she teased.“Twenty-nine and holding,” he said with a smile. It was actually his fortieth.“Well, that would mean I had the kids when I was pre-pubescent!” she replied. “Sit down,” directed Terry, handing him the wineglasses. She twisted out the cork, which gave a pleasing POP, then.