"Sit here next to me," she purred, her throaty voice as soft as honey. "Some of the men are about to give us songs. Have you eaten?"Mak mumbled that h... had, and was saved from having to say any more by a burst of music from strangelyshaped instruments. The chords fell oddly on his ears, more used to the atonal chants of the village women than to the melodies of the Tall Ones. The words were in a strange language, but the stirring rhythms made his heart pound and his breath quicken.A young woman. “It is wanton. Men and women dance naked, bare, under the moonlight if there is a moon, in the darkness except for the light of the torches if there is no moonlight.” Mistress Heathcoate shivered. “It is quite remarkable.” She twisted in her chair as though she had a sudden itch. “Quite remarkable.”Sandrine and Amélie exchanged a glance. They understood Mistress Heathcoate perfectly.“What happened, then, Mistress Heathcoate?” asked Amélie.“I saw someone disappear,” she answered in a low. You take your arms and pin my arms and hands tightly to your body and say, "Baby, that feels wonderful, just hold me while we sleep."I respond with, " I would love to sleep with you," and I let out a little laugh as you playfully jab your shoulder into me.You settle yourself into me and grind your hips a bit on my hard cock. You are loving the feeling of me inside you as you whisper, "Good night, love."I respond, "Good night baby, sleep tight."We drift off to a very peaceful slumber joined as. . But Ray wasn't going to simply roll-over and be her lap-dog. He was out for a certain kind of revenge; a sexual revenge; a pay-back for clever Rita's betrayal.He would "enjoy" her precious daughter at his leisure; and be damned with the consequence. He relished in the delight of man-handling Janet's child-like body; enjoyed gradually leading her into degrading herself with bondage sex. It was a satisfying way to make up for the missed years of her childhood.That was all until Janet had fallen.