Dominic’s order hung in the air.

“First I want the two of you on that couch together. I want to watch you touch each other while I decide who gets my cock next.”

Mira stood and held out her hand. I let her pull me up. My legs still felt unsteady. Come from Dominic slid down my inner thigh as I stepped out of the dress completely. Mira’s eyes tracked it.

We sat facing each other on the couch. The leather was cool against my bare skin. Mira reached out and cupped my breast, thumb brushing the nipple that Dominic had already made sensitive. I did the same to her....