Hilary was escorted to the villainous brigand and then they were left alone.Mudada gloated over the woman whose fate he held in his hands."Special tre...t for you!" he jeered in his fragmented English, "You get to be Mudada's pony! Ride you good!"It could Hilary a moment to understand what Mudada had said. She gasped in horror when comprehension dawned. The fat Arab saw the fear in her eyes, smirked in satisfaction and moved closer.Hilary turned her head away from the villain. His breath stank. That caution saved their lives, even if Beth was hurt by the action everyone still lived.Walking further into the short hallway they saw a door to another room. Slowly opening this door as everyone hugged the walls, they saw a plush high back chair that had wings on the side of it, with its back to the door, a small table next too it, a bottle of wine open on the table, and on it was a glass next to the bottle with some liquid in it.As they looked around the room from the doorway they could see. "Father Goruvnik was right; I am a sinner, a very great sinner. And it is you, dearest Esme, who will punish me for my sin." What, you want me to beat you?" Is my meaning not plain enough?" she barked. "Now! Punish me!"I took the branches in my hand and gave them a couple of flicks in the air, then brought them down firmly-- I thought perhaps too firmly-- on her back. "Harder!" she cried, and so I did. The next one produced a rapidly swelling red welt; the next after that drew blood, which. ” Pete groaned loudly. Enid got up and took down a piece of paper from the kitchen notice board. “Why don’t you pop out and get these for me,” she told him as she touched him again. “I... I wish I could watch.” She kissed him. “You know that we would both be put off by your presence. That’s why we always fuck when you are not around.” Pete groaned and kissed her once again as he slipped his hand under the hem of her skirt. Enid was naked underneath. “You... you were expecting him.