He saw the screen door to the back of the house and entered quietly.She saw him standing confidently in the hallway. She stared at him for a longtime....He looked towards the bedroom, and she slowly walked to it, never takingher eyes from his. She stood facing him, against the wall. He gently took her wrists and heldthem over her head. He then pulled the crop-top up and off of her and threwit behind him on the floor. She reached up with both hands and held onto thecleats embedded into the wall.. She wore a white lacepinnafore over it and a white cap. My mother was blonde and looked hotfor a 48 year old widow. There were thick white petticoats under thedress which puffed it up somewhat and my mother wore fishnet tightsunderneath and a three inch heel. If she wasn't my mother I woulddefinitely have been trying to chat her up, she was a great piece ofarse.I went for an interview and was excited to notice that the ladies whoworked there were also dressed like Mum. It seemed a dream. “What laws will the magistrate be basing their ruling off of? There is no formal law in Alkandra.” It took five hours to hash out the laws for Alkandra, which was strange, since there weren’t very many. In the Highlands, the lawbook was volumes thick, but the Alkandran doctrine was three sheets of paper. All drugs were legal, prostitution was legal (though pimping was not), gambling was legal, even murder was legal if done in a duel. Theft was illegal and punished by varying degrees of beating,. For the past three months, every day, he had been her focus, his needs, his rituals, his pleasure. Her needs and desires were always secondary and controlled by him. He’d always seen that she was taken care of, she’d never gone long without him tending to her needs. She laid naked on her bed, she ran her hands over her body. With her eyes closed, she tried pretending that her hands were his, exploring her eager body. Her fingers teased her nipples that were peeking with her gentle touch. She.