Later, she sighed and thought that it had been the most fulfilling night of her life.

Her Masters did not push her; they took their time, making love to her, her pleasure being their motive, as the Irishman grunted once as he watched his sibling s*ck Bianca's clit, his tongue slipping in and out of the Pet's drenched core, leaving her helpless as she gripped St Just's blonde hair and moaned feverishly, hips rocking in elation.

The tawny--eyed man looked up at her, his face ...