Ann’s heart was beating wildly when Devlin released her. If she thought that he was finished with her, she was wrong.
“Take off your bra and panties,” he said churlishly.
Anna suppressed a moan of unhappiness. He was going to f**k her. She knew that. The thought of him piercing her with his inflamed, thick c**k, making her moan with unwanted pleasure before the other woman, made her stomach churn. A wave of sickness spread through her. Seeing the stern confirmation of his command in her master’s face, Anna moved to comply with his humiliating order.
Reaching back for the clasps of her dainty brassiere, her mind filled with a familiar misery, Anna unhooked it and let her breasts fall free. She laid the garment on top of her dress, which was folded over the nearby chair. Her panties were
