Her face reflected a calm, no-nonsense openness; so very different from the exotic complexity of her petite friend.They had been close, ever since hig... school — as close as Alicia's demons allowed. Maybe it was their many differences that glued them together. Although Paula would never understand Alicia's chaotic, self-destructive path through life, it held a dark attraction for her. There was a mystery surrounding the Arab girl that totally contrasted with Paula's down-to-earth New England. They were still intent on a headlong rush in the hope that the pressure of numbers would break the Romans – it had never worked before, but maybe this time it would, that was the thinking. I have a feeling pigs think the same ‘running around squealing hasn’t stopped my brothers and sisters having their throats cut, but I’ll try it anyway’.Perhaps, I thought, I should write a book about the art of warfare. I think the first thing is to have respect for your enemies. The only times the Romans. She casually unbuttoned her kimono as Fenton knelt awaiting the next command or question. Hortense smiled wickedly as his cock stiffened and stood to attention as she opened the kimono to reveal a beautifully Rubenesque figure; her middle was corseted, the black lacy stays accentuating her round feminine hips and pear shaped figure beautifully. Her full round breasts peeped through a black chiffon top which matched her black stockings, full length gloves and spiky black stilettos.Fenton had. Put your face where my handbag was.”He obeys.“Inhale. You might still get a scent of me.”I hear his breath, see his back rise.“Well?”“Nothing, Mistress –”I let him have it then – two cracking whips across each arse cheek. He cannot move to accommodate the blows because he is already lying flat, so must absorb the violent energy fully. He makes a strange, high choking sound, but does not move.“Get on your back.”He rolls over, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He wants to look at me – I can tell by.