Chapter Thirty Four
Sitting Pretty
Each stair she stepped was pure pleasure.
The nylons on her thighs pulled, the wetness between slicked each step and even the tight skirt that shortened her steps was an indulgence. Edith reached the top of the stair and looked back as Teresa and her slave left for their night out. To look at, perhaps a woman and her daughter, or maybe possibly two lovers who knew each other so well that there was little need for words and emotions. Underneath, complete control, utter dominance from the older woman, even over the most intimate of the slave’s bodily functions!
Teresa looked up and saluted before hustling Sarah out of the house.
Emily watched the door close and turned to her own amusements. The bedroom was as it had been before, but for the pink comfor
