“Really? You’re not sexually satisfied at all?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then you do find pleasure in your “service” to him,” she enunciated the word derisively.
“I do.”
“How’s that?” She was quite curious, her brow knitting into worry lines.
“Tell Gwen how you live,” Vitorio interjected. “I think she wants details.”
Kate tried to hold back her blush, but her cheeks radiated her embarrassment. Still, she was obliged to speak, this as much an order as any Vitorio had given her. “I suppose you could say I’m like a toy for his pleasure. I wear what he chooses for me to wear, I perform for him sexually as he chooses, I basically live to please him.” Though her comments were difficult at first, the confession seemed to give her courage to reveal more. She could see that her words stunned the
