Just a dead woman 'thout an arm and her throat cut. Most took her head off too, whoever did it." Who was she?" Name of Miller, Betsy Miller or Nolan p...erhaps. Sewed for a living. Worked for a dressmaker here in town now and again but more on her own. Lived here most of her life, I'm told, but no family to speak of. Many knew her, liked her. Never in any trouble or anything political." Why would she be down by the river?" Lived down there in one of those small, wooden houses. Got her feet wet. Lawton, James, if I may, these are really your things aren'tthey?" Before I had a chance to answer, she plowed ahead, "You obviouslyhaven't been taking very good care of them. There are stains all overthe inside of some of those panties, probably your favorite ones?" Sheasked with a rather coy smile."I have no idea." When in doubt, plead the fifth. "I really don't know.I can assure you that I haven't been wearing them." At this I chuckled,hoping to cover up the bald faced lie, only last night I. You release my tongue from your grip, and try to say something. I can’t hear, so put my ear close to your mouth. ‘I want your penis in my mouth. I want you to straddle my head with your legs, and let me take you with my lips and tongue.’ Still unsure that I will be able to get erect after such passionate lovemaking earlier, I do as asked. What have I got to lose? Taking my hand from between your legs so that I can change position, I look longingly at your gorgeous figure. I look at your mouth. Her feet, meanwhile, were attached to a spreader bar that left her feet just barely able to touch the floor. In her heels she could manage to put her weight on her feet to alleviate some of the strain on her shoulders, but doing so was a struggle.As Sandy looked around to further take in her surroundings she saw that the scene before her hadn't changed much from the last time she'd been conscious enough to be aware of it: the Mistresses still sat in rows watching her as their slaves sat next to.