As he slid the slacks off, there was a light knock on the door. He walked to the door, in only his shirt and underwear, and opened it."You won't hurt...me." Was all she said."You will have to trust me." He put both hands on her shoulders, and pushed the knit top from her shoulders, across her arms, until she stood at the door with her top at her waist, and her bra covered breasts exposed in the moonlight. Pulling her to him, he kissed her deep, working the clasp of the bra free as he did. . She wiggles her hips experimentally; I push the rest of my finger in. She writhes under me, her breathing grows short. In and out my finger moves, pleasing her without a second thought. I've grown to know her special spots, what makes her melt. I release her clit and begin to flick my tongue quick against it. I suck it hard back into my mouth and let go. I repeat this a few times, my finger moving faster inside her. She bucks her hips up off the sand and her cataclysmic orgasm is strong and. She was naked and tied up so that she couldn't cover herself or conceal the dirt that was covering her breasts.The Marquis took a long lazy route out of the square because he wanted us both to suffer, for each of us to see the degradation the other was enduring.I remember how he strode away from me on his big horse with his thick army boots and his navy colored trousers - and I remember Isabelle, and at that moment as he led her from the square, I remember knowing that I'd never see her. "I see a small settlement ahead, Slave!" said Paula anxiously. She was higher up than Roberta, who was running by her side as she kept the horse trotting. The exercise was good for Roberta's legs and the Slave was enjoying the chance to stretch herself. Paula had been keeping her doing this cracking pace for two hours now and sweat was pouring off her, despite the frosty weather."What does my Mistress propose we do? Make a detour?"Roberta knew what would make most sense. Keep well away from.