Charlotte stood perfectly still as he assessed and treated the marks from her first beating.  His touch was gentle and set a fire smouldering in her belly.  She winced when he touched a couple of places, whimering softly, it hurt, but the salve felt good and she knew he was taking care of her.<br/><br/>WHen he had finsihed her back she turned as he asked, her body slight, almost frail looking. She was maybe a touch to thin, but then the past few days would have been enough to turn a large person thin.  Poor Charlotte had been made to witness some awful things.  As she stood facing him she wondered what his hands would feel like on her.  How would she feel when he caressed the breass so gently.  There were bright welts on her pert boobs.  She was aroused with the waiting.  She had no ide awhta he was doing to her, but she had to admit she liked it...<br/><br/>