The boy with his fingers inside her didn’t need to be told what to do. He clambered on top of her, his knee awkwardly hitting her thigh as he tried ...o kneel between her legs. She could feel his hand on her pussy, opening her wide, making an easier target for his cock. Even with her pussy wide open and dripping, he struggled to push his cock inside her, constantly looking down to try and direct it into her. But once he was finally inside, he pushed into her, not caring to move slowly or stretch. "Surely you know a good divorce lawyer," was my reply. "Again she can't prove that you did the damage to her face. It is going to be a he said, she said unless there is more?" I made it a question."There is nothing else, I promise you that," he said."I don't understand what you think I can do?" I made that a question as well."You can prove I am not the one who beat her," he said.To give him his due again, he had not even hinted at the bribes at all. Either he didn't know that she knew, or he. From what I could remember of my father’s treatment of his slaves, or his children, for that matter, either situation called for a beating. “There are wooden rods in that barrel over there,“ I directed my slave. “Bring one to me.” She moved to the barrel and chose one of the larger ones, she brought it to me, then went to her knees before me. Maria still had the padded cuffs on her wrists. I took up the slack in her rope until she stood and was raised onto her tiptoes then tied it. “This rod. I arrivedon a late flight from Bangkok so I could maximise the time I spent on theisland. It was nearly midnight when I arrived at the hotel after the taxiride from hell that is typical of Thailand. It was late so I wonderedabout ringing Alex but he had told me not to worry, just to call as soonas I checked in. When I got to my room I called the number and sureenough Alex answered after a few rings. There was a lot of music in thebackground and he had to shout to make himself heard. We finally.