A younger woman's low voice responded, next to my ear, "Nor have I ever seen sword wounds close and heal before my very eyes like an unseen hand sewin... a shirt. You were not here but I swear it is truly what happened the morning after the attack."A different woman with a raspy voice, said, "We saw the blood, the wounds and the holes in his clothes that night. Calm down, Mercedes."I let the discussion fade out and I began to focus on lifting my eye lids. Harsh light with no form shifted to. She was not an expert user and I knew from previous experience that she kept her calendar and her e-mail correspondence on Outlook, just as I did. I was surprised when I found she had password protected access to the operating system. I had no idea she knew how to do that, but nonetheless, some form of security was in place. I wondered why.I tried a number of obvious possible passwords without luck. I knew she had only a rudimentary understanding of computers and I suspected any password would. And the carpet matched the curtains. Curves in all the right places, breasts maybe a little small, but perfectly shaped with only a hint of sag ... and those green eyes. She blushed, the colour spreading from her face down."Okay, Pet ... Kneel!" When she obeyed, he snapped. "well, that was quicker, but that's not how you kneel when you're being Pet or Bitch. Knees apart, hands crossed in front of you, chest out, shoulders back, head up, eyes down!"She duly adjusted her position."That's better.". I was feeling an erotic tension that was spreading throughout my whole body, ohsure the center of everything was in my pussy but my whole body was involved.Shivers were running all through my body, the sphincter of my butt was clenchingas the waves of pleasure surged thru me. My nipples were swollen and begging tobe touched. The sensation of my left hand sliding along my stomach as I reachedto stroke my nipples, sent an erotic shiver through my body, in a way that I hadnever felt before.I put.