Richard
James moves in, sitting behind Charlotte, pulling her back against himself between his legs. Reaching forward, long-armed, crooking elbows under her knees to draw her up and lock her wide and open. He’s not giving her any choices, but she doesn’t seem to mind as he displays her wide and gushing cunt to me….
A woman doesn’t react like that if she’s not enjoying herself….
…. Turned on by me….?
…. Or by being displayed by her Master….?
Or both?
She whimpers as he pulls her in tight, straining her body. “Play with yourself, Charlotte. I want to see you good and wet for Richard. He wants to get his tongue and c**k inside you.”
Do I?
Ah, Christ….
…. I do.
Elizabeth is wailing under Michael, all her focus apparently on him, but her eyes slide sideways at James’ words. She's watc
