Alana had to cover her ugly face lest she scared away visitors.It was early morning, but her day had gone to the underworld already. She looked accusi...ngly into the highly polished pewter plate that served as mirror. Even the imperfect image showed the scars on her left cheek where the hot coals had forever destroyed her beauty. And beautiful she had been! At fourteen, the young nobles had already vied for her favour.Everything had changed on that fateful evening. And she had nobody to blame but. She could feel how her nipples had begun to react to the sudden drop in the temperature. Now he put his phone in a shirt pocket and dropped the cigarette. It landed on the drain cover.“Well, let´s have a look-see….”He opened the door and she followed him inside the basement and then down a narrow and dimly lit corridor zig-zagging between brooms, shovels and tons of other tools and remedies she didn´t knew the name nor the use for. Down a short flight of stairs, 2 or 3 step further into the. I picked her foot up by her sole and guided it into the shoe, her nails were painted bright red and I was getting harder by the second. My cock was beginning to strain in my shorts as I tried to buckle her shoe round her tiny ankle, I looked up at her and she smiled an ever so sexy smile and I blushed and looked down and finished doing up her shoe. "Thanks hunny, you have a real knack for that" she said beaming at me and glancing at my now rigid cock. Then the front door bell went, I stood. A blackrobed monk confronted him. I recognized him as the Dominican who myuncle had warned us about. Someone must have betrayed my uncle. Iresisted Jean's attempts to pull me away and watched as my uncle wasset on a horse, still bound, and taken away by some soldiers.Jean must have felt my tension. "Marcel, there is nothing we can do. Weshould look to ours own safety."I shook my head. "We must be sure. We can follow them." We ran to thestable, retrieved our horses, and followed the men at a.