Adelia woke up with Anna shaking her naked shoulder.

‘Miss? Are you alright?’ she asked, her freckled face filled with concern.

Adelia sat up disoriented. Then looked down at her exposed breasts. Suddenly she remembered everything about the evening before.

The exquisite punishment, the pleasure of Victor’s hands, the thwarted desire as she’d been left alone.

Finally, the euphoric climax she’d achieved standing in front of the mirror. When she peered over at ...