Tracey knew that the stipend Sara got from her parents while at school was astronomical. “I am worth enough to put a huge dent in that allowance of yours,” she purred, not wanting to cite a specific number. “I would be worth ever shickle and you know it.” She smirked at Sara.
She couldn’t bring herself to talk about Heidi anymore. Tracey didn’t want to leave, she needed this more than she was comfortable with, but she would if Sara kept reminding her of what had driven Tracey back into her arms; arms that had mistreated her so…
Tracey whimpered as Sara stroked that spot on her tummy. She should have known Sara would do that. “Are you going to get your hands dirty now?” she asked, trying to make her tone as seductive as possible.
“I want to be put in my place,” Tracey whispered submissively. Pulling back, she looked into Sara’s eyes. “Take me. Make me forget about…” She trailed off, unable to say it. “Put me back in my place…”