“Sorry Mistress,” she lied. “I couldn’t help it.”
She was smiling in triumph as she came, reaching back and holding her Mistress by the hair to keep her face in position to be ridden, the filthy images flashing across her mind and making her impatient for the next evening when she could get hold of Becky and give a demonstration to this conniving American slut of the consequences for any betrayal.
Becky
She doubted she had ever been more excited or more impatient for an evening to come. She had spent the previous night in warm rapture, trying to avoid m**********g for the sake of her Ashby trip, and dodging Mark’s texts. Why didn’t she want to tell him? She was almost bursting to share her exaltation and yet she just did not want him to know. The more rude texts he sent about her and h
