When the Countess was finished, I felt her hand on my ass, the Baroness’s joining hers. My skin was roughed. I worried that it had been cut, and was sure that at the very least, it was bruised. Then, to torture me with unwanted s****l advances, it was repugnant. I dug in, went completely vacant, and like the stoic Charlie encouraged me to be, my reply was empty.
Apparently, however, I’d made these two witches hot because they were soon pulling away from my ass and into each other’s passionate embrace. I heard them murmur things I probably should not have heard. On her way to bed with her lover, the Baroness discovered that I was still there and ordered me out.
Oh, thank heavens! I was thoroughly happy to leave their company, and darted from the room once I was decent again. Rather
