At her silent acquiescence she could almost hear his slow smile on the other end of the line. “Yes, and I’ll be watching,” he reminded her pointedly, “so really make yourself feel them. My wife shouldn’t arrive for another thirty or forty minutes, I imagine.”
“Yes, sir,” repeated Rachel forlornly. Despite her shame and resentment, still her mindless n*****s stood naughtily rigid at the thought of m**********g on command for this sly and lustful man, almost on remote control, as it were. Her poor p***y stank with the beautiful, powerful reek of her sensual hunger.
“Now get going,” McEvers told her almost gently. “This will settle down your nerves and get you in shape for the day.”
“Yes, sir,” Rachel said once more. Automatically she plugged her phone back into its charger and obediently
