Their tortures shouldn’t even be compared to those administered by the priestesses of Lolth, the Spider Queen, and the repeated rape she endured sho...ldn’t have been so different from the different kinds of rough sex she’s experienced. Even knowing this she could only think of the burning pain on her back and legs and about her sore cunt and ass. But what was the worst, was the certainty that she had another, seemingly endless session of rape and abuse to expect. The very thought of those people. James was still asleep. Obviously he had a rough night.She couldn't help but think that she would miss this place and she would miss the company. Loneliness was a funny thing. When you are used to it you may complain about it but in reality you don't like being with other people too much. James however never made her feel that. He was so independent that living with him was easy for Angela. He let her free to do as she pleased and he didn't nag about anything. Not to mention that he actually. " (She allowed that she would rather be here in bed with me than on display in a museum.)How can I describe her deliciously ample pear-shaped ass? (She measured 48" at the hips.) Stretching to the far horizons, like the earth viewed from orbit, fecund, the mother of all life. From the dimple at the base of her spine, downward, to first hint of cleavage, downward, to the valley holding the sacred ruby-jeweled gate, downward, to her frontal doorway, her dark-red rose-petaled cunt, then upward,. A modest two-storey Georgian building. The sign said ‘Cairndow Inn’. – Um… we’re continuing your literary explorations. Burns stayed here during his tour of the highlands. They supped soup and ate sandwiches. He drank water, but urged her to sample a pint of the Deuchar’s ale. – You don’t need to try and loosen me up my sweet. I’m approaching mid-cycle… Sandy knew exactly what that meant. Shivered in anticipation as he placed the pint before her. They spoke lightly, but the sex between them.