Robin realized that there was nothing he could say or do to defend himself, so he remained silent. Even that didn’t work, as the black-haired girl stung his c**k with another swat from the riding crop. “Answer me, slaveboy.”
“Wh-whatever pleases you, mistress,” he said.
The two girls smiled. “It looks like you’ve learned something after all,” the black-haired girl said. “But we’re still going to have to punish you for getting that hard-on.” She touched it with her crop. A small bead of come formed at the tip.
“I’m Wanda,” the high-booted brunette said. “That’s Wanda to you,” she said, tugging on the leash that held the blonde slavegirl. “This is Angela, and she’s a little slavegirl, aren’t you, Angela?” Angela nodded submissively, and Wanda gave her a withering smile. Angela looked do
