Alice felt his weight pin her down on the bed, flattening her out. He half lay across her back and one of her legs. She felt his hand rub over her bac...side again, then she felt her skirt being pulled up, his hand now on her bare flesh."Who's a naughty girl then?" he whispered into her ear.Alice was taken aback by the question but then squeaked, "Me."SMACK!"Owwww," squealed Alice as his hand came down hard on her backside, shocking her and making backside sting."Yes, you are a naughty girl. She had her long black hair tied up in a bun and a body that wouldn't quit; 36C-22-36. Captain Hunter had scared the hell out of her since the first day she met him and this assignment that he had "volunteered" her for wasn't exactly making her feel at ease."Hello, can I help you officer?" asked Anita as she opened the door."Are you Anita Carlton, Ma'am?" asked Captain Hunter uneasily."Yes I am, can I help you?" We've been assigned to check up on you to see why you haven't been to work lately. I may not have been able to help put his mind back in order, but I could still help my family. I needed his memories of where they were.Just before the paramedics put Randal into the ambulance, I reached out and grazed his hand again. His memories were still jumbled but I caught glimpses of a house and a number. There were also images of my family. They were doing things to one another, trying to fulfill all the desires they had tried to get me to do to them. There was even a glimpse of my. ..”“Show me the bottom I shall thrash, slave.”Again there was a momentary hesitation, an obvious summoning of will. Then Carlotta knelt, put her nose to the carpet and turning her hind quarters towards Quentin, raised them high, thighs parting. The obligatory slave posture.Magnificent, thought Quentin. Quite magnificent. This young Creole girl had a body as good, if not better, than any he had ever set eyes on. He felt the throb of lust.But I must rest a little first, he told himself. He was.