she looked down at me, her eyes were glazed with desire
. .
. And when it was done I removed her collar, “You are free to go,” quoth I. I sensed mother’s hand
she looked down at me, her eyes were glazed with desire
. .
. And when it was done I removed her collar, “You are free to go,” quoth I. I sensed mother’s hand
she looked down at me, her eyes were glazed with desire
. .
. And when it was done I removed her collar, “You are free to go,” quoth I. I sensed mother’s hand