It took me a few minutes of running from window to window, before I found a point where I could get a good look at her. She was even more amazing than...I'd first thought. She stood on the dock, water dripping from her nipples and ass. Putting her hands behind her head, she did a few twists and bent down almost to the dock. Her movements were so smooth and fluid, I wondered if she were a dancer or a gymnast. Her breasts stood firm and proud with blackberry shaped nipples and her ass was. In the shadows, Wadjet watched and waited, she wanted someone worthy of the power being in control of her children, someone who wasn’t going to isolate their tribe from the others and in this generation, the first in a great many, only one person fitted the bill.“Well, tell us, give us this message,” Raul said.The serpent moved closer and in a split second he plunged the blade into his leader’s neck. “We are unworthy of them. Your family has corrupted us and Wadjet desires your son to take your. That terrible Martinet... with its three tightly plaited thongs, each one with three lead shots at its tip. Can you imagine what nine lead shots biting into one’sflank is like? Simultaneously? Again and again? Once I had received eighteen strokes and, during that punishment, had prayed to die. I did not, needless to say. Human beings are far more resilient and stronger than they think. Was I going to get eighteen? or even more? I seemed to shrivel insideat the thought.There were half a dozen or. Emilia hielt sich den Mund zu, doch sogar von hier konnte sie die kalte Winterluft spüren, die jetzt durch die offene Tür ins Haus strömte. "Ha, Kinderspiel." Schritte, die näher kamen verrieten ihr, dass die Männer nun direkt über ihr waren. "Hey, hier brennt Feuer im Kamin!", rief einer und alarmierte damit auch die anderen. "Scheiße, hier muss vor kurzem noch einer gewesen sein. Seid bloß vorsichtig. Sucht nach dem Ding und dann raus hier." Wer soll hier gewesen sein du Idiot? Außer dem.