“But first, let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t know,” she murmured, her voice trembling. The voice, the familiar scent, the way his hips moved—it couldn’t be. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his eyes never leaving hers. “Hey, Jen,” Fran called out, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension. “You’re going to be so much fun to train,” she said, her voice a dark promise. “I mean… “Now, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.” With a deft twirl of her fingers, Mandy unbuckled the collar and leaned down to fasten it around Jen’s neck, the cold metal pressing against her hot skin. And then, with a gasp and a shudder, she came, her body spasming around the plastic intrusion. what?” she sputtered. “What do you say, baby? Jen looked up at Mandy, then over at Fran, her heart racing with a thrill that was equal parts terror and arousal. “Our little slut, eager to please.”
The room grew hot with the scent of sex and power as the trio moved closer, their bodies entwining in a dance of desire and domination. As the soap slid over their skin, their eyes met, a silent conversation passing between them. “Oh, God,” she murmured, unable to tear her eyes away.
