Lady catherine Montrose<br/><br/>Against her will her breasts responded to his course hands, though her eyes remained steadily focussed on his face as he tormented her, refusing to humilate herself by begging. He reached beneathe her skirts and the acidic taste of bile assailed her throat. He yanked her panties leaving the torn material about her knees. She considered spitting at him, but thought better of it.<br/><br/>"Be careful, " she warned the other woman. "He is as likely to slit your throat as look at you twice." but it was too late she'd already pointed to a cabinet.<br/><br/><br/><br/>