Chapter Fifteen
Thank God the day was over.
Cunt popped up on the computer screen.
Robin squeezed her knees together feeling the thrill of Thick Rod’s greeting. Yes Master, she typed, I’m here.
Where slut?
My office, Master
Are you naked under your clothes?
Robin captured an image of her clothes, more risqué than usual and two sizes too small. Robert had brought them and insisted she wear them; pink heels, too high, black skirt, too short, black angora sweater, too tight, stockings with seams, and lipstick, too purple. Miss. Nibbling was laughing at her attire, she imagined.
Yes, Master.
I saw your latest flick. You were a top grade star. I wish I were there to hose you myself.
Have you not punished me enough, Master? I can’t do this much longer.
Sure you can, Slut54—that is–un
