Two weeks ago, Maynard had brought Elizabeth back to Salcombe, and from what Anson had heard, she was kept at Morton Hall and not allowed to visit Sal...ombe. Once he, Anson, left the town, Maynard might relent and give the poor woman some freedom.Should she ever decide to defy her father, Anson had laid enough groundwork. Witmarsh was a given seeing how he owed his promotion to Anson's favourable reports, but also due to the mutual dislike between the colonel and the fisherman's son. Mr. Joyce. He said, “Tom, this is a very nice large clitoris, and so very firm too. Are you proud of it?”I kept my eyes low as I felt my head nod in the silence.He said, “May I examine your pussy Tom?” to which I guess I nodded again, because he sat on the stool down there and I heard him pull open a drawer, then heard some metal items clinking around.He said, “Doctor Jackson, this is an invasive procedure and can be a little uncomfortable the first time, so would you mind pacifying our patient while I do. He found them strangely enticing as he opened his hand to grip and gently squeeze her right cheek. The soft little moan as she flexed and tightened under his grip had his mind zipping forward to what he hoped would come after the spanking. He moved his hand to her left cheek and reveled in the same tightening under his grip. He lifted his hand just above his shoulder bringing it down quickly. He liked the way her flesh gave and came back in an instant. And he liked the way her body gently. ’ He nodded his head and continued past her farm into the village. She sighed and went back to pulling up the vegetable from her garden for her dinner. The acrid smell of smoke broke her reverie and she was scared to open her eyes, for fear of panicking and giving them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Through the crackling of the fire she heard their accusations ringing in her ears. ‘Witch! Whore! Sorceress!’ but the only one that hurt was ‘Where is your demon lover now?’ She retreated.