“No,” Tracey whined. “Now? Please?” She pressed back against Sara’s hand. It felt so good and she was really aching now. She wasn’t sure that she had ever needed to be shagged so bad in her life.
“Yes, Mistress. I love it,” Tracey cooed. Though, the mild slur sent Tracey’s mind spinning no matter how much she tried to stop it. “I would love it more if you took them off and shagged me,” she whimpered, trying to distract herself.
“Fuck me,” Tracey moaned. “Fuck me, please? Please?” She wiggled her arse, hoping to entice Sara into acting.
Thoughts of Sara and Heidi filled her head. What did all this mean? Why was she here? If Heidi loved her, shouldn’t she be with her? What about Sara? Did she feel anything for Tracey? What if she did?