She has to be wet like hell. She clearly longs to feel that whip on her skin. “I hope she can lick like Lassie,” she says to the man. Yes, oh yes. I don’t know how my body would react to the pain, but it excites me to see Beth’s reaction. My mouth goes dry, and I don’t even notice that I’m biting my lips again. Simon stands up and kneels behind the slave on the couch. His eyes literally devour Oriana’s nipples, and she enjoys the attention. She hastily guides it inside her. Her eyes are fixed on me, and I see Beth give a barely perceptible nod as I look around, asking questions. As I turn my eyes back to the group, I notice all three men staring at me. “Thank you, sir,” she gasps, sounding as if she means it. My hands want to reach for Lassie and press her face to my clit, but the only thing I can do is slide forward and spread my legs as wide as I can.
