Charisma laughed at her telling body language. “She’s embarrassed.”
Mike’s voice was rough. “Embarrass her some more. I want to see her blush to her ass cheeks.”
“As you wish,” and Jocelyn heard Charisma rummaging in her bag. The black woman ordered, “Close your eyes,” and she did so, relieved not to have to watch what was going to happen to her. She felt a length of silk press over her eyelids, and then it was knotted behind her head. A similar swatch of material bound her hands together behind her back. Her shoulders were pulled uncomfortably in that position, but she knew better than to complain.
“Nice ass,” came Earl’s comment, then Jocelyn flinched as his hand slapped hard against the rounded globes. He created a varied staccato beating, one to which she could not accustom
