The naturally curly haired woman leered at her. “I’m sure they’ll think of something useful to do with little Shirley.”
Intrigued, Charisma examined the toy. “Hmm … spanking?” and she playfully swatted at Jocelyn. “Insertion?” she ran her hand up the lollipop’s stick. “Whatever. I’m ready and very, very willing. I’m pretty hot, honestly.”
“You’re always hot.”
“It’s so very nice of you to say so.” She headed for the door, then turned and spoke in a baby voice, complete with a childish lisp, “I hope you have a swell day!”
Jocelyn fell out of her seat laughing. When Ms. Pru entered, she found the slave disheveled on the floor, still giggling. The silver-haired woman looked at her with disapproval.
“Really, your behavior is deplorable. Please compose yourself and come with me.”
