She stood as quiet and still as possible while her heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour.
This was what she wanted, what she hoped for, dreamed of.
Just the thought of being under Master John’s skilled hands, his mouth, his cock, had made her brave taking the chance.
He inspected her, his eyes missing nothing. He’d grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck.
She could smell the buttery soft leather of the gloves as his right hand touched her breast posessively.
He stroked her throat gently.
So very still.
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