?Slowly she moved the scissors closer to Christine’s exposed pussy, and the girl felt a touch of sharp cold metal. She stopped thrashing at once, pa...alyzed with terror. Not looking at her, Miss Westlake slowly circled the scissors pointed end around Christine’s labia.?I wonder what it’s like, to be unable to come anymore. Never, ever again. I wonder what it’s like to be a cripple. To lose every right to name yourself a woman. What do you think, slave???Please don’t.? Christine’s voice was. "I do, and your father does." Don't I get a say in that?" she demanded."No. Now stop arguing and come on." Why did my father say I could move in with you?" Because we are to marry soon. Neither he nor I want your daughter to be a bastard in English eyes." But you haven't proposed," she said, and burst into tears.Charles's response to this was to drop an abaya over her head and pick her up bodily. Thirty seconds later they were in his quarters and the abaya was whipped off."There," he said,. He was badly injured and was panting because of all the running. After a couple of moments I mustered up enough courage to go and take a look at him. I opened the main door and went towards him. At first he thought I was going to beat him, but then I assured him that I was a friend and wanted to help. I took him inside and made him lie down on the sofa. He had serious wounds on his arms indicating a blunt weapon attack such as a wooden rod or a stick. He had taken some serious injuries and some. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest.. We were both so nervous, so him being the gentleman made the first move.. he put his hand on my thigh and leaned in to kiss me, it was very passionate. He then slid is hand up a little so it was just under the edge of my dress. I brought my hand up and softly ran my fingers through his hair. Our kiss deepened as we opened our mouths and let our tongues in on the excitement. After a minute or so we broke the kiss and I trailed my fingers.