The who spat on her grabbed her top and yanked it hard. It tore away from her wet body. Her nipples were firm with the good water. They were small,...hardly larger than the goose bumps that covered her body.The one who spat on her shouted, "In the presence of you witnesses, she is now my wife and will teach her obedience." He reached down and lifted the robe over his body revealing a large hairy gut that merged with his beard.Marie caught her self staring at penis though. She had seen her. “Oh! Oh, I'm sorry! Are you alright?”“Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just untie me, please.”“Of course.”The young woman set the whip aside and hurried to his bound form. She undid the thin leather straps around his wrists and ankles. The rattled Domina studied him, looking worried as she set him free.“Did I hit a bad spot?” she asked as Owen turned around and immediately headed for the door.“Almost” he answered over his shoulder.Owen walked down the hallway and turned into the bathroom where his clothes. I couldn’t help but feel rejected, normally we would chat for a while and I would myself overcome with lust for his body. I continued with my work sulking to myself. I walked past his bedroom and noticed that the bathroom door was ajar. I heard the shower running and felt the urge to sneak in a peak at him in the shower. “I can’t”, I said to myself “he will catch me” but I found myself already in his room approaching the bathroom. I held my breath and I got near the door, my heart was. The rest of them took a step back as she sang. Her emotions were amped up a little, but she was looking at me as the music carried her to the heavens where she must have come from before we met.I stopped, and she finished it a cappella going to the heavens for the note and nailing it.After dinner and a good night’s sleep, I was ready to start the week before our John Williams concert. There was no time for LES MISÉRABLES rehearsing. I wanted our evening of orchestrated music to be as close to.