“W-where are...”Where are we? Beats the hell out of me. I can’t see until you open your eyes.The witch tries to open her eyes. “W-what, what.....”What happened? Damn, I’m getting good at this.The girl groans and her eyes flutter open. There isn’t much light so it makes it easier for her. All her senses seem to be coming back and she feels the coolness of the stone that she is lying on through her fur and onto her skin beneath it.Well, it doesn’t look like we’re outside.“Are we inside?” she asks,. But it was still legible, and I managed to finish the other two entries without any major mishaps. 5. Failing to address my Mistress correctly again 6. Making a smear in the punishment book Letting out a relieved breath, I handed the book and pen back to Anne, who put it back into her purse. Then she ordered me to stand up but not turn around and encircled me with her arms. Where our bodies touched, small sparks seemed to jump to my skin and made me tingle. Then her hands softly stroked up. He gathered his clothing and gave me a grin before rushing off.“Let me help you out, Mom,” Faizel, my eldest at seventeen, said. His voice a deep, rumbling bass, not still youthful like his little brother. He seized my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth.I shuddered, my eyes staring at his naked body. So strong and muscular, his skin the same swarthy brown as his father. He could be Karim except he lacked my husband’s beard, my son’s cheeks still clean-shaven. I groaned as he sucked on my. Framed by the bright vivid colours of sky, the sea and countryside made this a beautiful part of the world. The sparsity of people and buildings soon developed into a vibrant and bustling village. Something wasn’t right though, there was more and more skin on display as I drove the van closer to the coast. “Holy fuck! They’ve got no clothes on.” Brigitte found my statement very amusing, it was getting busier on the road. There was no way I could gawp at the naked people milling around, the van.