“Authority?”
“Yes, you will not be her Mistress, but subject to my superior claim, she must obey you as though you were,” Peter explained.
Caile smiled. “What do we do to them next?” she asked.
“I thought I’d make her get you off with her mouth.”
Caile grabbed her Master’s hand. “We better get back,” she said grinning.
When the pair arrived back in the living room, Sigrid was still on her knees where Peter left her. Of course, the Count remained where he was bound, glowering. Peter went to his new slave and extended his hand to her. She took it, not understanding. “Slave, your mouth felt more wonderful on my c**k than any other. I am so pleased I have deprived Jerry of it. Right now, however, I have different uses both for your mouth and my cock.” He helped her to her feet.
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