Without saying a word, he went into the little bathroom and came back with a handful of bandages and ointment. The entire time Ian worked on me, I wat...hed him. He moved with an economy of action laced with grace. His muscles would bunch under his shirt as he lifted my leg, and his strong hands would firmly wipe away the dirt. Then he’d apply ointment with a feather touch before softly wrapping the foot in gauze. He finished with a simple piece of gauze and tape he place on my forehead. ‘There,’. She prided herself on keeping things neat and orderly. She paused at one table, looking curiously at the selection of books that had been haphazardly spread out. Their covers all had a similar theme—a woman in handcuffs, on her knees, a closeup of bound wrists. Rebecca's eyebrows drew together as she scooped them up and headed toward the small section of erotic romance that was discreetly tucked away in a back corner. As she stooped to place a book on the shelf, her skin prickled, and a moment. Now! A commodity ready for sale. A cunt to be prepped. But we need to add real value first, before the final transaction. You will submit. Someone has paid a huge sum for you and they expect good quality from us and from you. Failure to reach the required standard will result in you being auctioned and that would be a shame because of all the work that you and I will have done. Also for you because we tend to sell disobedient slaves to places that use them rather, ahem, roughly."Veronica. Finally, it was Cathy who broke the awkward silence."Well why don't we all get a little more comfortable and we'll see what other fun we can have," the full-bosomed woman said.She reached for the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up a few inches, exposing a stomach as flat as either of the boys less than a third her age. Cathy paused when she realize that neither of the boys had reacted to her suggestion."Well you don't think I'm going to let you just walk out of here after you've had both.