“I think I know my Mistress, at least in regards to this, better than you,” Romilda shot back. She really believed it to be true. Without her, there would be no coven. It wasn’t to say that her mistress couldn’t have done it without her, but she hadn’t. Clearly that counted for something. Cho didn’t seem to know much about the coven; at least, she hadn’t let on that she had. “Why do you think that I am so expendable to your mother’s efforts?”
“I am sure I can find a way,” Romilda purred, hoping to entice Cho. She made eyes at Cho, but didn’t think it would work. Taking her wet fingers, she reached behind her and lightly caressed the curve of her arse.
Still on her hands and knees, Romilda leaned over and spread her legs wide. Her finger began to trace the tight ring of flesh that marked the entrance to her arse. Gently, she slid her finger inside and began to fuck herself gently.
After the way Cho had treated her, it was tough to come up with depraved things to do. Withdrawing the finger from her arse, she sucked on it lightly as she looked over her shoulder at Cho. She opened her legs wide to part her sweet folds for Cho.
Placing her cheek against the bed, she reached back with both hands. Sliding a finger into her arse with one hand, and her pussy with the other, she began to fuck herself shamelessly as she looked at Cho.