Her fingers were alternating between squeezing my neck and floating through my hair as I trailed kisses along her breast and into the cleft between th...m and back up the other breast. I wanted to take them in my hand, but I was using my hands for support on the table. The nails on her left hand were slipping beneath the collar of my shirt and her right hand was sliding up and down my thigh as I kissed my way back up to her shoulder and across her shoulder to her neck. Three more kisses took me. Therese sighed longingly at giving up the hope she might have been close to seeing her friend again. She found herself giving up hope on many things in her life. One hope she did her best to keep alive was her beloved Trecesson. Therese had waited patiently every day since her arrival, for a letter or dispatch, telling her, her uncle was on trial for his crimes. Her future was uncertain, as long as he remained free, her death needed to take over her father’s lands and holdings. Being in. ‘I saw you ogling me in Ms Grange's office, prisoner. You will get twenty for that!’Madame Susan gave me 20 with her strap.…..each a good, hard stroke, each in exactly the same place on my buttocks…. she grunted with the effort as she put all her strength into each stroke.When I first came here I would never have been able to endure it. I was in agony, after just the first stroke, but I could tolerate pain a lot more now. I managed to take the first three strokes in silence, then had to moan.. "Braun," he obliged, "but please, call me Dieter." Dieter," she repeated."I have brought an old dress, as you requested," he continued. "You said you have patterns for me to choose from."Erika thought for a moment. Her conscience would not let her take an order for something so important to him, knowing full well she would not be here to finish it. She steeled herself to let him down as gently as she could."Herr Braun," she began."Dieter, please," he interrupted."Dieter... I am sorry but I.