On the table are some of the whips, straps and canes we use. Normally, of course, they are all locked away but we have them out for your benefit, Slav... Kristi.”Welcomed“But I’m not...” Hardly had the words left her lips when two security men gripped her arms and forced her to kneel in front of Pieter Sermenti. “Let me go! Leggo of me!” she screamed, “I’m not a slave and never will be! I’m not destitute. Father will...” A knotted scarf forcibly tied around her head silenced her protests; the. I had to pass Marcus’s room, the door was ajar and my heart thudded when I took a quick peek through the gap it left. The lamp was on, thankfully, and I had nice view of Keira sprawled back over the bed. I couldn’t see her bottom half, but her arms were stretched up against the headboard and her gorgeous tits were bouncing up and down with the pounding she was getting. I stayed as long as I dared, even dipping into my underwear, wrapping my hands around my cock while I lusted over her nubile. ‘Sure’ I said, giving her one of my flannel shirts and a pair of her gray sweats she had forgotten there years before. She laughed when she saw them. When she was gone I stoked the fireplace so that it would be roaring and warm shortly. It took her forever to return, but by then I had tea brewed and a bottle of cognac aside two glasses on the low coffee table in front of the fire. When she returned her feet were bare, and I could see her toes matched the red nail polish on her fingers. My shirt. It had dawned on them that the king was not as clueless to their antics as he often pretended.“We do not!” Julia said indignantly.“Pity,” Joseph replied with a wink. “I started the rumor because it made it much easier to get the men to volunteer for night duty. I believe I shall keep the truth to myself for now.”Julia crossed her arms again and glowered at Joseph.“Please do not think you require anything more than you currently wear,” he said in a more serious voice. “Everyone that meets you is.