Chapter Three
Katherine woke the next morning to the sight of Marie and Celeste looking down into her face. “Good morning, Mademoiselle Katherine,” they chorused. Celeste, the girl with the tiny scar upon her pretty cheek, smiled ever so faintly.
“Good morning,” Katherine replied uncertainly. Remembrance of the way they had m*********d her so lovingly in the bathtub the previous morning made her tremble with a strange mixture of emotions the twenty-year-old could not quite sort out. They had violated her, she knew, just as surely as if they had tied her down and raped her. Yet…her sensitive young body had responded eagerly, with instinctive passion.
The confused girl did not think she was a lesbian…but she could not explain to herself how it had happened. Yesterday morning it had all se
