“Oh, god,” said Daisy. “That’s so good. The b***h knows how to eat a girl after all.”
Elizabeth didn’t care to be called that name. She was half tempted to deny Daisy the pleasure she craved. She knew she could make her wait and wait, could tease her mercilessly, but both the men were watching her intently. It would be obvious what she was doing. She’d better get on with it. It didn’t take long. Daisy was well worked up, and Elizabeth didn’t doubt that in any case she was a lustful little slut who could come at the drop of a hat or a pair of knickers.
Daisy’s orgasm duly arrived and she cried out loud as she writhed on the desk. When it was over Elizabeth got to her feet and wiped her mouth. What now?
Jonathan got up from his chair and without a word went across to Daisy. Seizing her an
