“Her Ladyship likes the sweat and stink washed off them,” said a voice.“Naturally,” came another.The boot into his side again. “Get up, pig ...eat.”Landor forced himself up. After four months of varying kinds of degrading servitude, he had become somewhat used to this kind of treatment. What worried him, however, was whether he could survive the galleys. He was a strong man, but even he had his limits. “Move!”Landor walked between them along the deck. Then down a companionway. They entered. My Nipples was so hard and my Pussy soaking wet.She moved her hand down over the front of my skirt. I put my hand over hers and grinded against it. The pressure from her hand and the friction of the fabric rubbing against me made my body feel like it was on the edge.Leaning my head on her shoulder I whispered, “Touch me.”She moved my hair and kissed my neck. I let out a soft moan. Amaka moved her hand from under mine and continued sliding it up and down my inner thigh. She brought her other. I didn't mind it, I actually liked it, but me being the ‘playing hard to get’ female, I’d ignore it.One weekend, we bumped into each other at a bar. We got wasted together and I offered for him to sleep at my place yet again. This time I hadn't drove so we got an Uber to my place. Michael got all comfy in my living room, and eventually made his way to the couch. I brought out a pillow and cover for him,the. went into my room and closed the door behind me.As I struggled to get my clothes off, . Within hours I was on a train out of London, headed back to Wales.I was morosely reflective throughout the journey westwards and determined to find a quiet ‘bolt hole’ in which to hide and lick my wounds for a couple of weeks. Some years before I had gone on a religious retreat to an old Benedictine monastery, set on Bardsey Island off the Lynn Peninsular. Would Yr Haven still be there? A quick internet search on my iPhone revealed that it was and, fortuitously, a silent retreat was scheduled.