She reached behind her to unhook her brassiere, let it slide down and off her arms. Pretty, small, symmetrical breasts, not quite a B cup, high on her...chest, marred by more – many more – of those scars. Thumbs in the waist-band of her demure panties to push them down, bending at the waist to do so, but looking up at me, to watch my expression. Nude, she turned in front of me, revealing long marks of beatings on her back. They were pale, barely noticeable, really, against pale skin that was. Ben and Sarah always made sure he was well-exercised, fed, watered, and cared for with love.Ed loved the way Sarah would hug his neck and whisper softly in his ear; it made him feel all funny in his stomach, and every time she did it, he felt his cock stir and start to drop from it’s sheath. When Sarah and Ben did this together, Ben would gently wash his cock, and Ed loved that feeling.Ed wondered what Sarah’s hands would feel like rubbing his cock as he was getting washed, because her hands. ‘What do you propose?’ I inquired, curiously, bringing his attention back to me. ‘Well, I have the approval of the Council to commute the sentence to ten lashings in public.’ Councillor Palpetone said with a sensible look. ‘That way, you keep your head attached and The Council can save face.’ He finished with his best ‘I’m you’re buddy’ look. ‘Not a chance!’ Treabilla shouted as quietly as she could, interjecting. ‘He’s done nothing wrong!’ ‘Surely you all realize that this is just a sample. He can't figure it out." Figure what out?" Did you go into business because he neglected you, like because you had no alternative, or did you always want to do what you do?"Julie pointed at one of the dining chairs and sat down herself. "Those are probably the wrong questions." You have better one?" Did I ever believe in monogamy? Did I always think that fucking clients was okay?" Julie shrugged. "Get the idea? Maybe the most important of all is why we didn't talk more about all this stuff.".