He picked several leaves off of one of them. ‘There may not be a free lunch, but here’s a free desert.’ He handed Benjamin a couple of the leave... ‘Taste it.’ Benjamin cautiously nibbled on one of the leaves. The flavor was familiar, but he could not place it. Then he put the rest of the leaves in his mouth to chew. ‘What is it? It’s good.’ ‘Peppermint,’ Patrick replied. Then he picked an entire sprig for Benjamin. ‘Feel the stem,’ Patrick instructed. ‘You can feel the ridges on the stem. That’s. Miss Burnley’s buttock’s were now crimson with the lacerations of the many tails of the whip. However, the villain had no mercy and brought the lash down for a third time on the poor woman’s posterior. This time the governess squealed with pain. ‘Now Madam, I ask you once more are you a virgin or not?’ said Abu Qadir. ‘I am not married and have never been,’ said Miss Burnley. ‘Answer the question unless you wish to feel the lash once more,’ the villainous Frenchman retorted. ‘Very well, I am. I found some pictures on her desk. One that seemed the focus was one that was taken when we were little kids. It was our birthday. Back then I had a bit of a lisp. I couldn't say Daniella. So for the longest time I just called her sis. But on this particular day, she said that what she wanted for her birthday was for me to try to say her name. I tried but what came out something unintelligible. I guess my sister, and those around us heard me say Anna or in this case, an a. Our Aunt and future. .. her ass was was past pink. It looked like she’d been tanning at a nude beach and fallen asleep on her stomach ... for hours. She was blazing.Cyn was looking at me like I’d lost my mind ... maybe I had. I was pissed. I made a concerted effort to put myself under control.“Cyn ... Cyn ... CYN!”She made a shake ... a double take ... took her eyes off Zoe’s fiery ass and looked at me.“Get the analgesic rub, Cyn.”Now she was looking at my hand. And that made me realize just how much it hurt.“Cyn!.