As Victoria listened to Valentine begin to describe the methods of the feather, she was intrigued. A little feather and oil making a woman submit? She must have been weak, which Victoria was not. She had the sexual appetite as verocious as a man at times. She had been known to wear a few lovers out. So this method made her more than curious.<br/><br/>As Valentine's hand slipped under the fabic of her dress, she became aroused. She always did with him, sje was four years his senior, but they just clicked. To some of the broken slaves they were known as "The vicious V's". They had different games for different types of girls, each leaving the girl wanting more. He was her precious lover, and he did such things to her that not even his brother and father could. Her sex began to get wet as he went on with his story, and her breathing became shallow as his hand inched closer to her sex. He knew once he got there, he would find nothing to stop him from proceeding further. "So Valentine think you can break me? It that what you're hinting at? Shall I be your little experiment? You know if you can break me, you can break anyone with this simple method. Do you dare take on the challenge?" Victoria knew there was no way he would decline a dare, neither of them ever did.