He bent over me and whispered, “I love you, Val. I want to f**k you every day—I want to f**k you right now! But I understand, you are so exhausted from your ordeal...”
“I’m all right now.” I reached up and pulled his face down to mine with my lips only an inch from his, I whispered, “f**k me now, Michael. f**k me! The queen of shame is dead. Long live the revolution.” We kissed, our tongues caressing as his naked body sank down on top of mine.
It was our last day in Harrowcroft, almost time to leave. Laura and I were together in our last fantasy roles, as maids in the parlor of a Victorian mansion. Laura was the plaything of Lucian, the handsome young man who met us when we first arrived. His fly was open—No, not a fly. His tuxedo trousers had a generous “V” of cloth cut out of them, a g
