Her throat was too dry."Liebschen," he continued, talking rapidly. "While it kills me inside to say this, you must humor the man and do everything he ...ells you to do, sexual and otherwise. It's the only way, believe me. I've seen and heard this man in action. He's a beast, a depraved beast. He enjoys telling stories of how he made the woman fight back, on purpose, by having her do things she found truly repulsive and the joy and exhilaration he felt in turning her over to his wretched. She came in shortly and set my drink on the nightstand, and then knelt on the floor before me. "So tell me, pet...what would you have me do to you tonight?" I asked her. "How can I put a smile back on that pretty face of yours?" "Anything you wish, Master. I am just happy to be with you," she said. "And I, with you too, pet," I said. "But is there anything in particular, that you would like to do or have done tonight?" "Master, I am your slave, your possession. You may do with me as you. With things in Fife largely sorted they set out for Inveraray, the bulging bellies of Scott's two wives showing their pregnancies were at an advanced stage. Scott had made sure a wagon was secured for the girls to travel in, its inside lined with pillows to ease the bumpy passage.The wagon slowed them down somewhat and it took four days of travel before they were passing down the head of Loch Fyne and nearing Inveraray. As they emerged around a bend and the camp came into sight; Scott's chest. She did, but the light though feeble was close by, and I saw sperm outside; then she sat at the side of the bed with her limbs uncovered, I stood naked with doodle wet, flabby and shrunken, not a pretty picture at all. She begged me to go, was tranquil, sat twisting up her hair, scarcely made attempt to hide her limbs, all her anxiety was about her mistress finding me in her room; but after a few minutes altercation, I was in bed with her cuddling, and promising to leave directly I had fucked.