“You performed satisfactorily, slave—for once,” Claire snarled, “but you still have much work to do.” She fastened a leash to his collar. “On your feet, slave.”
Paul stood up, and Claire led him further into the room. “Now, back on your knees,” she commanded.
Paul knelt. “Courtney, dear, bring me a pair of handcuffs, please.” Courtney fetched a pair from the dresser compartment and took them to Claire. “Hands behind your back, worm.” He put his hands back, as instructed, and Claire slapped the cuffs on him.
“Ladies, gather ‘round.” They got up and stood over the kneeling Paul. “Tom, come here.” When he did, Claire positioned him in right in front of Paul’s face. “Now, Hercules, stick out your tongue and lick Tom’s d**k all over.”
They stood and watched as Paul ran is tongue over Tom’s
