Jeni bowed her head. She needed to collect herself, feel the energy of the men around her, sense what they were thinking if she could, let body, mind and the inner slut enjoy what happened next. The exhibition was Jack’s gift to her, which would seem odd from many points of view, but a slave’s. He knew that she was not a simple woman with uncomplicated s****l desires. He’d experienced firsthand how far her kink could take her. But then, how far would he actually allow her to go with other men? That was all up to him. And that’s what she wanted since it took the decision out of her hands and placed it directly in her master’s. For Jeni, whose submissive mind could spin endlessly about matters such as these, this meant that she was free of the quandary and free to enjoy being Jack Hawking’s
