There was no chaise lounge this time and she was naked. She couldn’t help thinking what he’d do to her this time. Every day was getting worse and ...ow she even wished he’d put her back on the rack. At least when she was there, she could close her eyes and pretend she was somewhere else or she could think of Mikey. But the things he was doing to her now were unbearable. She knew she wouldn’t be able to take it much longer...and he wasn’t offering her to get off the rack either. That terrified. She had a lot.We spent most of afternoon in her kitchen sipping herbal tea and critiquing each portrait to within an inch of its life. Some of them were so realistic that they might have been mistaken for photographs from a distance. But she was sure right about one thing; a lot of the technically great paintings left you kind of cold as far as artistic appeal was concerned. I decided that Van Gogh's self-portrait was one of my favorites, even though it was crude, rough and looked like it might. She could see the faces of her victims in her mind. She could see that noble pale horse as clearly as it had been when she cut the beast’s throat. The one she calmly walked up and killed simply because it refused her touch. She stood there, watching it die and did nothing. She began to wonder if she truly was mad.“Chain her and her brother together in the center of the square under constant guard. Anyone may use them as they see fit but see that no one kills them. When Cersei is ready to give. She gave me a stern ‘Get-Out’. I got dejected and walked to the door and unlocked it, then immediately locked it again.I walked back to her and started kissing her. She struggled and said it wasn’t the time as the guests were home and wanted me to go away. I refused and pushed her onto the bed and started sucking and kneading her breasts. She was struggling. I slowly sent my hand down her navel to her legs, stroking her recently shaved pubic hair area. Then my hand went further down and was on.