Laura’s eyes flicked over to me. Dread and anticipation.
“That’s what you’re going to do,” Mistress Elizabeth said. “I know you’ve enjoyed f*****g Patrick, so you can forget the revulsion act.”
Laura licked her lips. “Madame...please. Betty...”
If speaking Mistress Elizabeth’s intimate nickname was an attempt to deflect, it didn’t work. Elizabeth bent down slightly and her finger stabbed into Laura’s p***y. “You f**k him, but don’t you dare cum.”
“Oh! Oh, Betty!”
“Your body is mine, Laura.”
“Yes! Yes!”
Elizabeth withdrew her finger and wiped the p***y juices across Laura’s cheeks. A mark of ownership. She said, “Odelle, would you please prepare this slave? You’ll find her most cooperative.”
Odelle nodded, taking charge of Laura, collecting up the unused portion of the clothespin zi
