Chapter Six
At nine o’clock the following morning, a Sunday, Ann heard the buzzing of the special phone Watts had given her. She was dimly aware that the bed smelled of the musk scented body oil and something else that had to be s*x, hers and Darnell’s. She sat up and reached for the cell phone.
It was Watts. “I trust you slept well, Mrs. Gardner?”
“Yes, yes I did.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Yes, Master. I slept very well.”
“Did my nephew make you c*m?”
She was sure Darnell had given him a full report. Then she remembered the video cameras. By now Watts had seen the two hours she and Darnell had spent in her bed. “Yes, Master, I’m sure you know he did.”
“Twice?”
“Yes, twice. He made me...made me orgasm twice, Master.”
“In watching the tape I got the impression that you
