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Luckily, Vanessa watched out for her.
“Don’t worry, everyone,” she joked, “we have more of those at home. We go through about two a week.”
Yet even Vanessa wasn’t prepared for Irene grabbing both of Mitch’s breasts, the nipple clamps almost falling from her lap.
“Wanted to make sure they were real.”
Mitch glanced at Vanessa. Vanessa was not amused.
Don’t say anything.Mitch curtly nodded to her Mistress when Irene was distracted by someone goading her on to pinch the nipples in her hands.Whatever you do, Van, don’t ruin the mood. Keep Candace happy.
Vanessa’s brief glare said everything.“More like keepyouhappy?”
Oh, they’d be talking this out later.
Irene tossed the clump of fabric toward Vanessa. “This yours? It’s not hers anymore.”
More laughter. More reasons for Mitch to keep her wits about her.
“You’ve almost forgotten something.” Irene jiggled the nipple clamps before her face. “You promised I got to put them back on you.”
“So I did.” Mitch leaned in, aware that her nipples were still hardened from the attention she had been receiving. “Take your time.”
“Oh, I will.”
Mitch trod the thin line between indulging in her arousal and not giving Irene too much attention. It wasn’t a matter of making the other attendees jealous. She simply knew – and that Vanessa also knew – this was not a woman to rile up unless they were prepared to deal with the aftermath.
Naturally, Mitch was surprised when Vanessa remotely turned on the vibrator.
It wasn’t exactly quiet, either, neither was the sound coming out of Mitch the moment she was blasted with rippling pleasure through her pelvis. Irene squealed in delight, one nipple clamp almost missing its mark because Mitch moved too much. When the vibrations stopped, she leaped back on the floor, the leash falling lax between her and Vanessa.
I’d say that was cheeky fun…Mitch didn’t dare turn around and question her Mistress’s control of the situation. Not in front ofthiscrowd.Maybe lay off next time, Van.
“Your turn.” Irene handed Helena the bag. “Pick something good. I’dloveto watch.”
Mitch calculated what might be left in the pouch. When Helena pulled out a spanking tile, Mitch was relieved. It may be touching, but at least it wasn’tmoreintimate.
“Uh, I…” Helena tried to not show her embarrassment when Mitch turned around and bent over. “I’ve never, uh…”
“Oh, give that ass a good smack!” Irene cheered. “Girls like her love it. I promise.”
Mitch knew someone like Helena, who pretended to be far more mature than she was, didn’t have it in her to properly spank someone the way she liked. Still, she was a tad surprised when Helena gave it all she had.
“Now there’s a lady in training,” someone joked.
“Why didn’t I get to spank her?” asked another.
“This is getting frisky, isn’t it?” said Freida.
Mitch only had one more woman between Helena and Candace, completing the circle. While the penultimate guest passed on getting a “full frontal” massage from Mitch, Candace surprised her by taking the pouch and shoving her hand as deep as it could go.
“I hope you get something good, ma’am,” Mitch mouthed at her.
She was keenly aware that Thalia watched from the bar. Amalie the bartender was on break, probably wishing to be anywhere but here. Stella stood in the corner, pretending to be disinterested but keeping one eye on the scenario. The only sound in the room was the clinking of porcelain tiles as Candace Lister plucked one from the bottom of the pouch.
Mitch almost forgot how to breathe when she saw the words on the tile.
It wasn’t anything ragingly scandalous, but could she foresee Candace gettingthistile?
