..Thin... almost dainty... and very very beautifully wrought... the silver loops that fall down from it that will lie upon my collar bone so perfectly... the supple black leather that will encircle my throat... the jeweler's clasp of delicate artistry.... mmmmhhhhhh..... my pulse quickens with sensual anticipation.... this fantasy would take us into new territory.I sigh... aching already... knowing that you will give me a new treat this time... smiling... never once worried... as I know you. . stuff like that," she said, trying to gauge the other female's reaction."Guys seem to get a kick out of watching two girls together, "Li Ling laughed."Tell me about it," Julie laughed. "May I ask, what happens to the girl who loses?" Usually," Li Ling said, "the losing girl has to do a sexual consequence - whatever the other female decides to make her to do." Well," Edwin said, although he was addressing both of them—he was looking at Julie. "What do you think? Will you do it?"Looking over at. He hadn’t been at Cippanhamm when the Danes had surprised the Saxons, attacking, out of common custom, in the dead of winter. The lad’s refusal had cut Edric to the quick. He had been weak from his wound, barely able to stand when he had offered the heir his service. “By God,” the boy had drawled, “I think not. See what your service brought my father!” Edric had slunk away liked a whipped cur, to lick his wounds on Athelingaig. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it that that blow took your wits and. Oh, how I wished I could quell my crying. My tears defeated the strength of character I’d displayed. I felt weak when I cried. The snot smeared across my face was the most embarrassing. I’d have given anything to have fallen through a crack in the rock where I stood. Pride made me meet Master, eye to eye. I dared him to strike me again. It was a match, one I knew he could not allow me to win, but the unspoken battle was fought anyway. My lips formed the words, ‘Please, Master, please,’ but they.