When Bianca opened her eyes, she was lying between her Masters, the Irishman’s arm banding her waist and St Just with his back to her, his hand holding her snugly moulded to him. Bianca sighed in pleasure, nuzzling the Irishman’s hand lovingly. She kissed St Just’s muscled back and the men smiled in understanding.

Their little Pet was ready to be taken.

The Irishman stroked her body gently and grunted, his voice thick with passion, his erection fitting between her a*se cheeks, already hard.

“Slept well on your wedding night, little lassie?

Bianca sighed in pleasure.

She had been exhausted, and the feel of her two lovers cuddling her in...