When she woke up, she was in the bed in the room that they'd rented, still naked. Ron wasn't there, but she could see Shannon curled up in a redheaded ball on a mat in the far corner, her clothes wrapped up in a bundle that she was using as a pillow. The female had the pale skin of a true redhead, but Bess couldn't see much more than that from the angle she had.
She didn't remember how she'd gotten up here. Ron must have carried her, but she didn't recall that either. What she did remember was how intense it had been last night as her master took her. She smiled at that. No ropes, no chains, just his weight and strength keeping her pinned in place under him as he f****d her. She shivered deliciously.
