She didn’t have to wait for very long. George had closed the door behind him when he left. It was clearly audible when he opened it again. He wasn’t alone.
She couldn’t tell how many people were in the room, but enough to make it feel crowded. They were mostly silent, just watching, but she could hear them breathing and feel their presence.
“She’s a beauty,” a man’s voice commented.
“Thank you.” Fia was relieved to hear George’s voice. “I believe I promised you first go, Thomas.”
Fia shivered in anticipation.
“Does she need any preparation?” asked a voice that was presumably Thomas.
“Check for yourself.”
A moment later Fia felt a hand between her legs, probing at her p***y. Much to her shame and delight she realized she was sufficiently wet to be used.
“Very wet,” commented Thomas.
