Rohini was crying. It was visible even when she was drenched. She was holding her saree as though it might fall if she lifted it up. Her sister was sa...ing “Rohini, I’m infertile, but I want a baby of my husband and of my blood. You are wasted anyways, give him the pleasure or watch your sister die in front of you.” That explained a lot. Poor Rohini had no other go. She begged for mercy, but her husband wouldn’t leave her. He in my opinion is an artist. He came from behind her and slowly raised. "We've emptied out a good chunk of the food already. Turn it into living quarters and a nursery." That's a lot of work," Rinda said. Chuck laughed, giving her a good squeeze."We have droids, and lots of time on our hands." He looked at Daium. "We'll need supplies, though. You haven't picked our next destination yet, right?" She shook her head, relief at not being berated for her actions (or inaction) clear on her face. "Good. Find a planet that's safe, close, and has plants, lumber and supplies. None of the abuse she had endured had shaken her belief that if the Emir got one iota of pleasure from using or abusing her body, then she had fulfilled the highest duty any woman could. The Emir came into the room and looked at the arrangements. His hands slid up and down her body from the toes to the crown of her head, gently and slowly, but without any dalliance at the breasts or sex.When he seemed satisfied with her position, he asked, "Is there anything you wish?" As the Master desires,". Lance just simply nodded and hurriedly waved her closer. ‘Lace … please, just do it,’ he pleaded and she moved closer to Wesley and the mare quickly but with a bit of hesitation as she looked down at the cowboy sitting on top of the mare’s neck. Still not looking up, Wes pointed toward the saddle. ‘I want you to sit on her. Put yer left foot in the stirrup and hold the saddle horn. I’m gonna pull her to her feet with a rider.’ Lacey blinked and then looked at Wesley incredulously. ‘Wh-what? You.