Compared to her, you feel underdressed. You’re simply wearing your lightweight mercenary armor. Your shoulder length blue hair is a bit messy, as is... typical of a traveling mercenary. And, even though her hips may put yours to shame, you don’t mind saying that your ass is rather nice and cushiony. And, where breasts are concerned, you’re clearly the winner. You haven’t met a woman with boobs as big as your watermelons yet. A fact you’re proud of, despite the trouble it gives you when trying to. And you have to make it real good too. I've got all kinds of things I'd like to see you do, little girl," Benton chuckled, showing white-capped teeth."You swear you won't touch me?" Heather couldn't believe she was seriously considering this proposition. She couldn't think of anything worse than being arrested and carted off to jail. She really didn't see any options. She had no idea what kind of crime blackmail was, and she couldn't have even defined the word "extortion." She only knew. I thanked them for letting me experience such overwhelming pain. "In future, whenever I think of disobeying either of you, I will think back to this experience, and I will obey you," I promised.My Mistress wanted to sooth my pain by applying lotion to my bruised body. The cool liquid gave momentary relief, but even the softest touch hurt and I asked her to just let me rest to recover.As soon as I had fully recovered from my flogging, my Masters took me for a two-week holiday to a luxurious. She very carefully opens the door to a dorm two down from ours and goes in.I am enjoying a dream of what I saw earlier that day, until I am woken by Nigel telling me he seen the Lady in Heels. I tell him there is no Lady in Heels, but he keeps on about it and I realise that I will not get back to my dream of you till I investigate. Nigel tells, shouts at me, that she went in to one of the dorms so I pull on a white tee shirt and jeans and go down the corridor to said dorm. I hear some noise in.