Lady Deborah stood up. She grabbed Robert by the hair and led him out of the room. He felt Henshaw’s eyes following him, but at least he would be out of his sight. She took him upstairs to a bedroom; inside were Polly and Daisy, sitting naked on the bed. It appeared they had been embracing, and hurriedly pulled themselves apart.
“What have you been up to, you little sluts?” said Lady Deborah, smiling.
“Waiting for you, my lady,” Polly said, suddenly demure.
“Well, I want you to go downstairs and find Sir Roger. You know who I mean, don’t you?”
Polly giggled. “He’s the tall man with a big c**k who likes spanking.”
“Among other things,” said Lady Deborah.
Polly scampered from the room. Lady Deborah sat on the bed beside Daisy and put her hand between her legs. “How many people have al
