I moved onto my back so I could get into position. It was a couple minutes before we started again.HOLY FUCK! This hurt to a level that neared getting...punched in the face, though this was a constant pain. I tried to move my arm thinking readjusting myself might alleviate some of the pain.Henare snapped at me. “You do that again and I’ll have Sammy and Fiti sit on you.”With that tone I knew he wasn’t kidding around. Take the pain or be smothered by two Samoans. What a toss-up. Settled down and. That doesn't make me a slut. My God, don't you have a desire for sex sometimes?"I sighed audibly."Mrs. Dinsmore, you're lying to me." I didn't lie." Yes, you did, and the next time you lie, I'm going to hurt you. Why are you cheating?"Her eyes flashed angrily as she leaned toward me and hissed, "The bastard's got a mistress. He can't get it up enough to keep me happy, but he's fucking her."I clapped my hands in sardonic applause."Bravo, Mrs. Dinsmore. That was a wonderful performance. You've. I decided, if I was spent, then I wouldn’t get excited as easily around work and I’d be safe.’ Her hand had left his to squeeze his thigh now. ‘You see, don’t you?’ he asked looking into her eyes, and she was now silently nodding. Her eyes shifted downward to his lips. ‘But they wouldn’t let me get off and–and relieve myself. They won’t let me keep it from happening.’ Katherine’s eyes wandered over him as she responded trying to get him to continue. ‘Is that why you were doing it earlier last. The rapier had cut Francine just below the thorax and in the upper part of the same breast that The Lady Fortescue had scratched all those long weeks ago at the start of Warrior Slave Francine's journey into pain and ecstasy. The faint scars from that attack could still be seen and now Francine's medium sized and once perfect breast would have a fresh mark in the years to come, for the cut was deep and would never fade completely.Francine shook her head."No, my sweet. I must get no medical.