" Me? I was dying?" I pressed a hand to my chest and remembered the pain in my ribs, but..."No. Her injuries are largely internal, whereas yours were ...ather more ... superficial," he explained slowly. "You cracked a few ribs, but that's all." What's superficial mean?" They, uh ... had to rebuild your face," Christian told me. "You were pretty banged up." I was?" I touched my face and it felt the same as it always had. "What do I look like?"A sudden sense of panic filled me, as it would anyone,. “Yes” she said rubbing her eyes as she gradually began to wake properly.“I need some sugar milk for another cup of tea so I want you to pop across to next door and ask for some”“Ok let me just get my dressing gown”“I don’t think so you stupid bitch, remember you lost yesterday so today will be about punishment, I tell you what I’ll let you go and put some knickers on and that’s all”She looked at me for a moment and knew I was being deadly serious so went into the bedroom before returning to. I liked the wet feel of her mouth wrapped around my cock or the tight warmth of her ass. But it wasn't just sex. I liked using my bare hand on her bottom, and I enjoyed using the rawhide whip I braided - a quirt like I used to use breaking horses when I was a kid- on that strong, sweaty body of Amanda's - on her ass and upper legs, her stomach, even on her cunt as she hung in a spread eagle from the door frame. I really liked using the field telephone on her too; it could make that tall, strong. " Fred told him.James snorted, "You took Atlanta? You deserved to lose."Fred was losing his temper, he wasn't allowed to attack the wish maker,but he had ways of getting even.James looked at Fred closely."Wait a minute. I know you!" James exclaimed, "You pitched a scriptto me several years ago. Wasn't it a remake of `Goodbye Charlie'? Iremember passing on it. Do you remember that?"Fred showed his teeth. He wasn't grinning. He remembered as soon as hepopped into this guy's living room."I.