The sting at the top of her right ass cheek reminded her how young she really was. The mere thought of what had happened, made her swollen slit flow. ...er half-hidden nipples strained to escape the bodiceShe remembered.After climbing the winding path, she had taken a shower to clean the sweat off her body. The light lunch set down for her had been delicious.Then she had meticulously oiled her body. She replaced the plug and walked over to the summer room. She knelt down on the spot her Mistress. They made music. Mostly with a West African basis, but some Caribbean influences made subtle differences to the cadence and rhythms. They danced frenetically and then, when exhausted by the effects of rum and dance, they made love with a wild abandon, knowing that their hangovers would pass during the next day of rest, but the fruits of their couplings might just mean new children, born to the Master, in slavery.Jan's eyes twinkled in the reflected light of the huge fire that blazed in the pit.. “Someone has to, or the curse cannot end.”“I am so sorry, Vicky,” said Jim, once the blonde girl had joined them. “I have been such a fool.”“Us both, Father. But the important thing is that we can end this. Mariana, will you hear our confessions?”Phil and Jane stood in the background watching as fallen priest and fallen woman knelt before the nun. “What the fuck is going on, Jane?” asked Phil impatiently. “Aren’t you going to arrest him – or at least question him?”“Wait, Phil, wait. I don’t. Susan stared at all three with mixed emotions of shock, confusion and dread. The button most of all caught her attention as its very presence felt like it was for the purpose of activating something. Thus, during this time of panic, anything that held even a remote possibility of being a catalyst for escape was to be welcomed. Susan ran a hand over the button’s surface, contemplating giving it an experimental push. She could feel her hand ready to apply the final pressure to activate whatever.