That was Roy in action. His hand would come down, stinging my bottom, and then off it would go, upstairs to caress my breasts or downstairs to rub my pussy. As for in my lady's chamber, the first time his fingers slipped past my lips and into my chamber he was damned lucky I was handcuffed to the table. It was probably the only thing that stopped me jumping clear across the table with the shock of it.

"Oh, did he touch a sensitive spot?" asked Mary when that happened.

I didn't deign to reply, just squirming around on the table and wishing it was over.

It seemed to me...