“Then you will have to be undercover.”
“Undercover?”
The washcloth moved up and over my breasts, cleaning them with much more attention than they probably needed.
“A training submissive. Gunnar will have to take you into the club. Unfortunately, he is quite well-known there. He will have to perform a scene with you.”
My eyes fell closed as Rolf plucked my n****e through the washcloth.
“A scene? What kind of scene?”
I heard the wet slap of the washcloth against the edge of the tub.
“Bondage, service s*x such as sucking Gunnar’s c**k, punishment, anal. There are many possibilities.”
“But I’ve never done those kinds of things,” I countered, blinking down at my mate. Both hands now cupped my breasts, played and tugged at my n*****s. I gasped at one sharp pinch.
Rolf stared up at me, a
