Chapter Eight
Knowing
Nikki and Susanna wrapped a pair of leather cuffs around my ankles with a spreader bar of about eighteen inches keeping them apart. The two slaves brought me to my feet and stood on either side, a steadying hand from each on my bound arms, but with their other hand they got as close as they could to my c**k without touching it, “ooh”ing and “ahh”ing again with soft giggles. My c**k stuck way out, like a compass pointing north. I had been reduced to nothing more than a tool, a thing designed for a specific purpose, now primed and ready for use.
Lady Kimbrough, now recovered from Jewell’s attentions, clapped her hands once. Nikki and Susanna quickly withdrew even though they still licked their lips like a pair of cats dabbing at sweet cream around their whiskers.
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