She went and sat down. He lay there naked for a moment on the bed, his c**k sticking up. He knew she must see it. Was he trying to arouse her desire, was he still hoping she might after all submit?
“That’s it,” she said. “You must get dressed now.”
When he’d gone, she read some more until dinner. It wasn’t that she particularly wanted to, but she needed to take her mind off the acute longings which the ride had aroused, the desperate need to get out again, in the air, under the sky. She could hardly bear being shut up in her cell again. She saw the endless days stretching out, and she felt near despair. She was determined to make him agree to another ride; but more than that, her mind raced on the possibilities of escape. There must be a way, and having an hour or so outside her cell mad
