?”All four of us blurted out unfinished and unanswered questions. Krish held up his hand.“Let us adjourn to our hut and we can ask and answer all ...he questions we have for each other.” He spotted Nathan, Bron, and N’reeta, standing on the edge of the group looking amazed. “Your friend is now sleeping peacefully, and will recover his full strength by tomorrow evening. He can now be left in the capable hands of my nurses.”Nathan smiled. “Thank you, Doctor. We will stay by his bed if that is all. " I didn't really mean any of this bullshit but I figured that my increasing her mixed feelings of guilt and contriteness could only work to my advantage.Mum dropped the knife and turned and wrapped me in her arms, hugging me tightly and saying,"Don't be so silly! Of course I don't find you repulsive! Just the opposite, in fact, - I find you too attractive and desirable. I don't feel I can trust myself when you touch me." She looked most distressed as she said this and I could see that my ploy. In one corner there was a Judas Chair consisting of a narrow vertical cone of highly polished metal over which hung a skeletal seat complete with a restraining harness which could be lowered as required.The third and room was devoid of any instruments, weapons, furniture, or even the ubiquitous whips. On the wall at the end of the corridor was a book-case apparently filled with the literature of torture. Few of the books were in English, but one that the Emir recognised dealt with the tortures. Who could she be having sex with? She's never mentioned any boys she sees outside of school. There are some older boys in her neighborhood, maybe it's one of them?Speaking of older boys, Olivia was staring at her stash of phone numbers she'd tucked away in her closet. They were numbers from the guys she'd fucked so far, guys who wanted a repeat performance. Those might be important to have. Grabbing her phone, Olivia started entering the numbers into her phone with whatever information she.