Heels, stockings, a black knee length skirt with a slit part way up one side, a sheer white blouse with a soft floral pattern and beneath that a camis...le of white lace and silk enveloping your breasts and framing your cleavage. Your hair has been let down and flows softly around your face, which has been highlighted with just the smallest amount of makeup. To complete the picture you have donned a pair of glasses to frame and enhance your eyes.“Wow, you look great.” I stammer before I know what. Still he hugged her close, caressing her breasts. It was almost as good as sex itself. No, it was a different part of sex, just as important and -- she decided -- just as pleasurable in its own way.'Mattachek certainly fucked me over,' she thought.She giggled at the thought. It felt good, and she giggled again. Her voice was higher now, almost childlike. She found that she liked the way it sounded.She heard Elliot snore, and she gently untangled herself from him. There was a pitcher of water, a. CRACK! the tenth stroke landed and Adam's resistance was broken as he, at last, cried out and his hands left his toes.He was half stood up and he seemed to be contemplating putting his hands to his buttocks, but Emily sternly ordered, "Get down Mister Crook."Adam obeyed and he was no sooner back in position when CRACK! the next lash met his arse and he again jumped up and howled and this time his hands clutched his whipped cheeks.Emily watched him for a while before saying in quite a soft. Eoric quickly skimmed her memories and found that the woman was the daughter of a Saxon Lord and had been captured during a raid by the Picts into Bernicia. Her captor had kept her almost as a slave, raping and beating her as he saw fit. Anarg, his name was and Eoric was already beginning to think he would like to meet the man. He read that her own name was Sarah."I should sleep, but I cannot. I know what's ahead of me, another beating. Oh, I am so lonely, no one to talk to, no one to confide.