"The practice of branding was outlawed in Tanitsar. I find you in violation of the King's decrees. What do you have to say in your defence?" Who can a...ford tattoos for all of them?" the trader answered, still belligerently. "Nobody gives a shit – they're just slaves!" Nevertheless, you are breaking the law. It'll be the Cat for you, an even hundred lashes I fancy; and if we'll ever catch you at it again, it'll be the copper mines." You can't flog me! I'm a freeman and trader. My guild will. It’s ruined.’ ‘It’s okay. You’ll just have to buy me a new one.’ Lizy teased and pushed her toward the bathroom. ‘Now go on. I’ll go get your clothes and bring them in to you.’ Cathryn managed a small smile that tugged on the split in her lip. ‘You just want to see me naked and this is your excuse.’ ‘You figured me out.’ Lizy held the smile until Cathryn closed the bathroom door. First thing she was going to do was get the knife off the porch and bring it in. Then she would get Cathryn’s. Still, after all, they had been the only thing he could see from under the desk and they had been the focus of his subsequent fantasies.All right, maybe he’d fantasised about her a little before that. He’d seen her around the office and he’s cast her in a role in his personal fantasies, just as he had many of the other women that worked there. Now, of course, things had moved on to a different level.Before seeing the document, he would never have imagined that she really was a dominatrix, only. She could see the screen, him wiggling his tongue in a vulgar way with a look of sleazy hunger in his face.“Your cock…” she said hoarsely, jabbing two fingers inside and fucking herself harder so he could hear the wet sounds. “Ooh, your cock right…there…inside me…mmm…papí…”Henry clenched his teeth. “Oh, man, oh, man, I wish I was, like, right there, right there fucking the shit out of that…”She laughed. She pictured him speeding up the street to her place and tearing her door down and jumping.