Beyond his shape at the window The Court bloomed in the sunshine and beneath them the room that would be her studio beckoned irresistibly. Casually Sarah lifted her hand to her nape and pulled the clasp from her hair. Her honeyed torrent spilled over her shoulders as she slid onto the bed and looked up at Cliff. ‘I think we have some unfinished business from last night, don’t you, Vi?’ ‘I could use some coffee,’ Cliff intoned gruffly. There was a stunned silence while Sarah and Vi collected their thoughts. When they had pulled themselves together Vi led them out of the Rose Cottage and across the lawn to her porch. She went into her kitchen and brewed a fresh pot staring at the coffee brewing behind the glass as if she would discover the answer in the dark murky boiling depths and when the pot was finished she carried the tray out to them. She poured, passed the cups, and glanced at Cliff. ‘Well how do you feel about Coverly’s proposition? Can you give us an answer?’ ‘We would have. Not too hard, just a rhythmic tap. Slowly I increased the speed of the taps, and also pulled the cane back a little bit more with each stroke. Soon it was a rhythmic swat-swat-swat of the cane beating down on a two-inch area of her breast. Her nipple bobbed in and out as the cane landed on it again, and again, and again. Her body began to shake and tremble. She moaned in between her screams. I knew the effect this treatment had, I’d brought other women to orgasm simply by continuing this for a few minutes.?Heather, this only stops when you tell me who you work for.??I’m?. not? talking?.? she muttered between her gasps and moans. I upped the tempo of the beat, and her body stiffened.?Who do you work for Heather?? I persisted. Only one and a half minutes to go, by my watch.I gripped her other nipple with my hand and rolled it between my fingernails, and held her body in place by tugging at it. She threw her head back and screamed.?Your employer, Heather. Tell me who it is.??Morgan.
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