There was a viewing port here, a slit large enough to easily see within
without the occupants knowing who it was who watched them, or what they
did. Weeks after meeting her, she told
the girl to lift her kilt and watched excitedly as the little girl
obeyed, such a pretty little blush on her cute face as she did so, the
training she’d received preparing her perfectly for her new mistress’s
demands. Sex “Obviously you need something harder,” she said, her hand shaking as she
drew down the studded paddle and admired the craftsmanship of it. “No, no, no!” Amy screamed, thrashing about in an attempt to evade
whatever punishment her mistress had dreamt of next. Greta found the restraints hanging from each of the wooden legs and took
the time to fasten and tighten them, her breath quickening as she used
them to pull Amy’s slender thighs wide apart. She fed on the sight as she undid her dress and climbed out of it. He had spread her with his fingers and licked her, nodding his head then,
as if the taste of her had said something to him. In front of it was a reclining seat to let the secret occupant sit
in comfort.
