So Jenny was performing without practice, and was less concerned by the fact that she was pleasuring another woman than she was by the risk of doing it badly. The whip dangling at Sarah’s hip was a reminder of the sort of after play Jenny could expect.
So taste and smell were minor considerations, as were the wiry pubic hairs tickling Jenny’s nose. She tried to remember Button’s technique and imitate it, but she had been distracted by her own pleasure at the time. She had barely started before Sarah pulled her head back and glared down at her.
The alarm and contrition written on Jenny’s face must have been comic, because Sarah’s angry mask dissolved into laughter.
“Holy f**k, gal! Who taught you to eat p***y anyway?”
“No one, Ma’am. I’m sorry.”
Sarah sighed. “All right, I’m going to h
