They had taken turns, switched sides, so that it was the Irishman’s member in her a*se and St Just who was pistoning his member into her pus*y, later on that night. Bianca was delirious with lust as she felt her Masters use her body, always taking care to be gentle to her later, tending to her with love.

Taking turns to make sure she was comfortable. When she moaned as she stretched, O’Grady hastened to kiss her and growl,

“You okay, Pet?” he whispered hoarsely, his rich baritone full of trepidation.

She had mumbled and sighed in pleasure.

St Just kissed her and fed her Belgian chocolates and lobster rolls...