Chapter Fifty Three
Irene didn’t have any underwear and the men leaned closer.
“Lift your top outta the way,” Ashwin ordered. “Let’s have a look at yah.”
She gathered the tails of her shirt about her midriff and Ashwin delighted in the sight of a flat tummy and the angular swath of black pubic hair with tight rolls and lips protruding. Then lower, the stalwart thighs. Irene gave him only a moment to gloat before bending over the cargo trunk.
She arched her neck so she could meet his eyes head-on. “This what you wanted?”
Ashwin didn’t answer her, only grabbed her about the neck and pulled her face into his chest. The maneuver stretched her spine and lifted her bum. “Give the paddle to the first girl,” he said.
Pamela had the paddle thrust into her hands and reluctantly took up a posit
