A pair of open-toed shoes with a medium-sized heel completed today's outfit. She was much more sensibly dressed for today's heat than most of the busi...ness people scattered around the cafe – including me.Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the. Deln pulled her back, but she continued to glare at the man, uninterested in losing her fresh prey to him. ‘Thank-you, Sir,’ Deln said, to the Knight’s nod. ‘Come, Morwendor. Come and have a bath.’ Morwendor allowed herself to be led away, giving the Knight a last defiant glare from over her shoulder. Back in her rooms, Morwendor let Deln fuss over her, filling the tub with hot water and ordering her in. She didn’t understand his obsession with clean skin, but still sniffing annoyance on him,. He slapped her again, back and forth, then harder until they were small punches. She felt her lips open, swollen and bleeding, and her nose made a small cracking noise. Blood replaced the snot, running up into her eyes and hair."Ask me to continue," he sneered. Ruiz was silent and John reached forward, pinches her bloody lips hard between his fingers, twisted them in a full circle. She shook but her body couldn't move and she cried again. "Beg me to go on."Ruiz started begging then, all sense. Peter blushed very red and shook his head.“Not this time; one of the other Sisters helped me earlier,” he stammered. “But, oh Sister Abigail, maybe you can help with something else.”“Of course, if I can.”“It’s my prick, it’s uncomfortable, and maybe you can help.”It was Abigail’s turn to blush.“I’m not sure,” she mumbled. “Maybe Mother Clare…”“Oh no, please, Sister Abigail, she couldn’t do anything. Only you. Please, just look.”Abigail was not sure about this, but she pulled back the blanket..