CHAPTER THREE
Further Revelations of my Master’s tastes in Erotica and I suffer under a Martinet. My view of a benign World is Severely Tested
When I woke in the morning, Margaret had gone. For a moment or two I was surprised to find myself naked and then I remembered what had occurred. Recalling Margaret’s self-abuse I tentatively placed a finger between my own cunny lips imitating what she had tried to make me do to her. I remembered her strange cries which had sounded as if she was experiencing both pain and pleasure at one and the same time. It would be untrue to say I had never touched my p***y before but I had never brought myself near to the state Margaret had been in.
However, I was quickly aware that my quim was becoming quite juicy. Now that Margaret had gone, I felt more re
