Chapter Nine
I am proud of Delia, so beautifully passing this necessary test. There was not a hint of jealously, just the exquisite nurturing lust to give Anna what she needed. Was it revenge to assume this role? I suppose. But look what satisfaction the lusty b***h enjoyed? I know her lines so well, the curvature of her spine as she twists in bondage, the elemental expression on her face. I see her without having to see her eyes, the expression inside when she cums from pain—or the hunger she feels as a woman’s fist slips inside her wanting hole. I even knew what fire-breathing harangue she’d unleash on Bernard. She’s not said a word to me. Her eyes were filled with fire from the inside, though she seemed empty from without, like something was missing.
Delia slaves for us this morning,
