“Show us,” said Justine, leaning over to peer into my mouth. “Open wide. Let’s see.”
I showed them my empty mouth, and when they were satisfied, Diane let go of my face. Justine patted my cheek and said, “Good boy.”
The two of them then proceeded to undo my wrist restraints, quietly, without comment. They freed my legs, and Justine reached for my hand. I took it, and she pulled me up into a sitting position. She sat next to me on the bed and hugged me. “My sweet love,” she said. “Oh, you’re so good. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetness.” I held her tightly and caressed the back of her head.
I heard Diane picking up her camera stuff and starting to return various items to her bags. It seemed to be the end of things, for this night, at least. But something felt awkward. Justine must h
