Later, she sighed and thought that it had been the most fulfilling night of her life.

Her Masters did not push her; they took their time, making love to her, her pleasure being their motive, as the Irishman grunted once as he watched his sibling s*ck Bianca’s clit, his tongue slipping in and out of the Pet’s drenched core, leaving her helpless as she gripped St Just’s blonde hair and moaned feverishly, hips rocking in elation.

The tawny-eyed man looked up at her, his face shining in delight as he grunted,

“Ah, Irish, she’s sweet, is our Pet.”

The Irishman shoved his brother away from between Bianca’s legs and, taking...