Bella was in a cold sweat as Jane watched her finish and then turned to Sandy who was happily on her fourth slice with honey.“I trust you to be my e...es with Mr Roberts; I know you have no influence over him, but he will not risk anything improper while you are around. Please have Bella back here by 8pm Sunday.” And with that she strolled out to the garden and sat reading a book. Bella nearly choked in her efforts to swallow her last corner of toast; Sandy smiled, licked her fingers clean of. Clara arrived holding a whip that was very similar to the one we had purchased before, except that its strands were made of leather, rather than the braided silk that we owned. I realized that this one would sting more, but decided that the added level of stimulation would simply enhance the experience. Clara positioned herself in front of the slave, and started lightly striking her breasts, initially working on the outer surfaces with a forehand and backhand motion. The little slave responded. The assassin whips around ready for an attack, but it doesn’t come. Instead the laughter deepens. You are stuck with me assassin. You better get used to it. Tsyr Ker stops and closes her eyes remembering her meditation and begins to calm her body and mind. You are in my head. Good girl. ‘How?’ she asks after a moment of silence. I guess you weren’t told much about the process were you? The assassin sits on the cold floor, crossing her legs and settles a frown across her face and doesn’t give an. This was something that I have never had to opportunity to do, and felt like a little kid at Christmas. Like a flash I rushed out to the barn looking for Janet and Sandy.I looked around, but couldn't see either of them and was about to head back to the house when I heard a noise coming from the loft overhead. I then heard Sandy's voice, and I know knew where they were, and started up the ladder. As my head came through the opening to the loft, I could only stare with a wide-open mouth. There in.