‘Oh my God! Sidi…what in the hell happened to her?!’ She questioned him frantically. He explained things to her and had to dodge a blow coming f...om one of Leanna’s brother’s. ‘–you damned bastard!’ Tsking Ella got in between the two and talked furiously. ‘Stop it! There is no reason for you to be going at each other!’ ‘The hell there isn’t! Your lord here kidnapped our sister and then forced her to marry him! I’m ready to damn well knock his–‘ With a quick slash of her hand Ella silenced him.. However when she was in the mood, there was nothing that she enjoyed more than Robert’s sharp slaps on her bottom. She loved the sharp stings of his hand, the caresses on her swollen bottom cheeks, the teasing between her legs. Robert always used his hand. Suzanne did not want him to use anything else, nor was she excited by any position other than to be over his lap. She loved the intimacy of that position and of the feel of his hands on her bare skin. Suzanne was driven wild with passion. So answer the questions we may have for you as honestly as possible, ok?’There was a chorus of slightly reluctant yeses and nods.‘All right then, how many of you have ever heard of masturbation?’Most everyone put their hand up.‘And how many of you have tried it?’A few less hands.‘Well, good then. Most of you are familiar with the process, but Jack and I will begin the demonstration anyway, to make sure the information is accurate.’“Good”? “Demonstration”?! Margo thought, panicked.Mollie. I’ll have to take you to the Masterton Gallery in Woodchester one day whilst you’re with us. Barnaby, I think that would do you good too and I’m sure you’d both enjoy it. Perhaps we could call in for tea at the Chapter Coffee House. It’s not quite up to the standard of Betty’s in York but they do some pretty good cream cakes – not that I get to eat many.’ The conversation continued gently as they drove through the lanes from Woodchester to Anne’s home in sleepy old Attleton Market, a small.