In his life, Sir Ansolm made many enemies. Yet none could put an end to his evil ways. For Ansolm was not only a fighter of great prowess. He was a...so the eldest son, and, so, the heir of might Lord. He had the power that his family name commanded as well as his own strength to fight for him. Even his own liege lord, the King could do nothing, for this was a time of disorder, and the King needed the power that Ansolm and his family brought with them.Winter had come to the land, covering. They both noticed that and it actually caused the two of them to break into a laugh.To Janie laughing felt so good. She told him that.“Good!” he said. “And I won’t call you Ma’am, if you don’t call me ‘sir’.”“Yes, sir,” she said, meaning it as sass this time.“Thank you, Ma’am,” he answered and had her giggling again.It was simple but it was making her feel so good, shedding a bright light on the grayness of her life.They began, that day, a kind of association. It was, at first, mainly lunching. Quickly and silently they cleaned the floor and left and the horror of the whipping began again. Unhurriedly the guard applied stroke after stroke applied until poor Sara’s bottom and back showed a latticework of raw welts and her screams diminished to loud, hoarse groans. Finally that part of her punishment was over and they gave her a short while to recover and for us to view her badly bruised and extremely sore arse. I again prayed that it wouldn’t happen to me. Looking around I saw mother. Breathe, control it. Focus and let my body enjoy this for a while. Tell myself, to not let go right now. I lower my hand reaching for your balls. Now I use both hands to work your breasts. Squeezing from one hand to the other. I see your breasts swell. I lower my face and breathe on the nipple. Warm moist air; another breath then extend my tongue and lick around your aureola, not allowing your nipple the contact. It’s so hard, wanting to give you everything right now, yet wanting this feeling.