” “And what is it that you want? Freedom? Power?” “To be… used… to be… bred…”Gwenive cried behind her blindfold. “No… You are As...haria. You are a sorceress of great power. You aren’t a whore!”“Is that true?” Lady Silversmith said with a wicked hint in her voice.“No… I… I am… a whore… a slut… a cocksleave…”“NO! NO! NO!” Gwenive screamed as Asharia kept saying lead and awful names the imps had given her. Lady Silversmith's cold laughter added grim music to the affair, bouncing off the walls like. She felt a bit comfortable and started telling about herself, her husband and her reason for travelling. She was well educated and spoke fluent English. Her son after went to sleep again after dinner. She looked more comfortable than before. Our topics of discussion moved from movies to politics to kids, married life etc.After some time she called her husband talked to him for some time and wanted to read the magazine and I took out my lap top to watch a film,I had an erotic film and put on the. When I had gone to donate blood for her, it was found that not only was I not the right blood type for her to receive the transfusion, I wasn't even Bree's birth father. I was devastated to learn this at first, but nevertheless was determined to continue to love and raise Bree as if she had indeed been mine.I remembered telling myself that the possibility existed that though Maria had slept with another guy while we were dating, she automatically suspected the c***d had been mine when she. "SM is what you were doing. Aren't you in a group or a club?" asked Queenie."No. We just did it together. Then he kept on getting rude with me, touching me, and things and one day he tried to fuck me so I threw him over," answered Jacqui.Queenie was over the moon; here was an innocent who already liked SM but had no experience other than self-taught. What a find for the Ladies' Club where she and her lesbian Dom friends met!"You must come to our club one evening," Queenie said, trying to keep.