She blushed at these words, but she did not hesitate to carry out his instruction. On his side of the grille he was standing too, and she looked into his eyes, but such was the intensity of his gaze she could not hold it. She pushed her groin forward, and felt his finger pushing into the space between her legs. Unable to restrain herself, she manoeuvred herself into a position where the tip of his finger rubbed against her c**t, and she moved in little circles to give herself pleasure.
“You are a shameless little slut,” he said.
She bent her head. “Yes, sir,” she said in a small voice.
“Do you know what happens to sluts?” he demanded.
“No, sir,” she answered, though she had a good idea.
“In due course you will find out,” he said. There was a playfulness in his voice, yet menace too, a
