The cocktail of drugs he was given made his yearning to be dominated unbearable, and the mature women knew this; as he writhed his now smooth body on ...he soft sheets and watched the smiling Martha sit and cross those magnificent thighs, smiling wickedly and lighting a cigarette in readiness to watch his punishment, her cunt oozed in triumph at the ease at which she had captured him with total honesty. She knew he would soon be begging for the cane and whip, and she would know much exquisite. There was no mistaking it; Meredith was seeing the girls and women with a bold clarity that seemed to her like high definition in her brain. She saw them as others would, but more than that, she was seeing something radiating through (past?) their clothes, their demeanor, their whole outward appearance. She was somehow seeing inside them; seeing their essence. Every single female was virtually naked in her eyes.My God, she swallowed hard with an apparent revelation. Am I seeing them to their. Our actions. Or I could just... be numb. I chose the latter. I’d never done anything remotely close to this. Not that I’d had to think about it before, but sleeping with a married man was something I never planned on doing in my life.I wasn’t sure how I would react if I recognized what I’d really done. Would I cry? Would I be physically sick? Would I run up to Ethan’s room and beat the living shit out of him? Mostly I was afraid I wouldn’t be bothered by the whole fucking thing. I was afraid I. But they also know there’s the ransom to think of.’ ‘An excellent point.’ Jacqueline raked her fingers through her short, wavy hair and blew out a sigh. ‘We’ll hold her, then, until deGranville himself arrives to buy her back. To keep her from proving a distraction to the men, she can share quarters with Jean-Pierre.’ ‘Bon fortune for Jean-Pierre,’ Michel remarked. ‘Are you quite confident it’ll assure her virtue? He is a Merlion, after all.’ ‘It may show in his features, but hardly in his.