The Trainer thrust Tempest from him, so that she lay upon the floor, and stood. At a word from the wife, he replaced his clothing.
“You may leave,” the Senior said, disappointed.
The Trainer nodded and left the chamber. The jaunt to his step showed that he was mightily pleased with the morning’s activities.
Tempest looked up at the wife. “May I rise, Mistress?” she asked brokenly.
“No. Await further orders.”
The only movement on the dais was Madame’s steady manipulation of the Senior’s p***s. Finally, he smiled.
“Sweeting, make her writhe for me.”
Tempest shook her head. Bad enough to be violated, but to be forced to exhibit pleasure as well? No. Everything in her rebelled.
The wife stood over her. “Lay back.”
Reluctantly, Tempest did so. The small woman knelt between her legs.
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