Confused and scared, I peak up at her stern face. "You invaded my privacy and stole that. So finish what you started, while I watch." I look at her wi...h disbelief. "I can't do that." "You weren't having trouble a minute ago." I try to mutter a protest. "You've watch me do private things, very private things. Now I get to watch you," she says. "Come on let's see it. Drop the t-shirt. Come on drop it." I drop the shirt on the floor but cover my soft dick with my hand. Feeling tiny I try to turn. A silk cloth covering her eyes from seeing anything around. Her naked body was lying across the silken-sheeted bed. Her lover told her she would have her romantic night. Something she would never forget nor want to end. Her wrists and ankles were bound directly above and beneath her. Nothing to cause her to feel dirty by being spread wide, but yet at the same time they were loose enough to cause such a process. She squirmed from side to side. Wondering when the relief of her lover would arrive.. " She lifted her head haughtily as she strutted down the stairs, crop under her arm; the smiling Maria allowing her wretched husband to watch his wife's delectable ass tight in white jodhpurs, walk away to be fucked and then take control of yet another man. His cock stiffened in the confines of his cage as he pondered his predicament, and now lusted for a thrashing and the sweet taste of the maid's womanhood he had been promised.Elaine smiled with deep satisfaction as her ears witnessed the. ”—from Spring and Fall: To a Young Child, by Francine ProseYour job is to sit there and make things up, so do it.—from The Collectors, by Philip Pullman, Author’s NoteChapter 11: It's Cold Here[September, 1678]Oxford, OxfordshireIT IS TOO fucking cold here, Amélie thought as she stepped through the mud down Oxford’s High Street. The mud was disgusting. It didn’t matter how careful one was, there was no way to keep it from sticking. And where are the fruits? A banana? Haven’t these people.