Chapter Twenty-Seven
Georgette started at the bottom and twisted at the buttons until she reached her waistline. She separated the folds of her dress about bare hips and parked her bottom on the edge of the table. Chay was pushed to her knees. “She goes free after this,” Chay demanded, her eyes on the pretty blonde v****a. “She leaves with me; I can take her back upstairs?”
Chenkov stroked the back of Chay’s head. “We are finished with her. You can have her back. Once you show us how much you really want her.”
If it wasn’t for the fact that Georgette was such a lovely girl and that Chay was so fond of her, she would never have been able to do what was being asked of her. Chay had never been with a woman, in the true sense, and the thought of placing her mouth there was unsettling. But t
