Chapter 13
The first thing I noticed when the women walked back into the room was the glazed look on Katie’s face. My wife had smeared her lipstick leaving a streak on her cheek. Her mascara had run, making it look like she’d been crying. Princess was holding a leash attached to the dog collar around Katie’s neck.
“Katie’s been eating my cunt. Just getting us both warmed up,” Princess announced. “Are you warmed up, Katie?”
“Oh God,” Katie didn’t seem to be capable of rational speech. She hadn’t looked at me. Her gaze fixed on Brad’s pants.
There was a pause before Princess said, “Katie, take your dress off, now.” It was a direct order, and Katie immediately obeyed. She looked like she wanted to take the dress off over her head, but the leash made that impossible, so she just unzipped a
