CHAPTER TWENTY
In the morning Wyatt and I went downstairs to get the girl. She was sleeping it off when we came in, but we were stepping soft and she was down for the count. I had a minute to look at her before Wyatt nudged her with the toe of his boot to wake her up. Her ass was still glowing, and here and there I saw dark spots where the tip of the belt bit extra hard. The crack of her ass was shiny with grease and crusted with our c*m. There was dried c*m on her chin too, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She was curled up with her face pillowed on her hands, and to my way of thinking she was just about the prettiest thing I ever saw.
I felt sort of bad about the way we had treated her, even though Wyatt explained to me that she was a natural slave anyway and wouldn’t really be ha
