All of this was done without a look to me. As cunnie knealt, The Lady turned to look at me. Far away she was beautiful, up close she was a Goddess. He... hand reached out slowly to caress My cheek. It was a warm, sensual, apprasing touch."Hello, I am Lady Katherine. You have already met My little cunnie-girl" she reached down with the other hand to stroke the blonde head between her legs. "What is your name, honey?"I watched the scene before me. My mind clouded with lust and perhaps a bit of envy. “Oh, the poor girl. Who battered her?”“We don’t know, but as she ran away from home, and doesn’t want to be returned there, and wants her location kept secret, you can take a guess.”“Her own family? Good grief!”“Yes. We have promised to keep her location a secret from everyone. This is not the first time she has been severely bruised. We thought her school would report it to the police, but it appears she was at St. Margaret’s girls school. You may have heard of it?”“St. Margaret’s? The dumping. I am happily married to Raman. We are an Indian couple in our 40s. In my first story, I told the tale of our first swap. It seems that we have our adventures while we are on holiday. On this occasion, we took a trip to Kuala Lumpur, Genting, and Bali about 3 years go. Our travel agent had booked us a hotel in Genting with an early check-in. So, after we reached Kuala Lumpur in the early morning hours, we drove straight to Genting. As usual, there were hordes of tourists everywhere. After a. The doctor offered his hand. Jethro engulfed it in his. ‘I’m Jethro Horn.’ ‘Please have a seat. I am Doctor James. How are you related to Miss Tompkins?’ ‘I’m not related to her. I’m the one who found her.’ ‘And you want to see her?’ ‘Yes, that’s right.’ ‘We generally don’t allow visitors who are not related to the patient, but since she doesn’t seem to have any relatives, you can talk to her. Maybe it’ll boost her morale a little. She came very close to dying. We just barely got to her in.