The one they’d corrected her in. Both Jonathon and Trevor were in their leathers and nothing else. She was in the total nothing else, unless one counted a huge butt plug, standing, presenting for Trevor. “She’s gorgeous. Those pink nipples are like tiny roses. And her skin. Jon, I fucking hate you.” Jonathon laughed, and her body quivered at the dark note contained in that sound. “No doubt. And she’s got the sweetest cunt.” “And the most tender ass.” She should feel like a piece of meat, but being assessed in such a frank, appreciative manner made her juices flow. Lois wished someone would touch her. “Lay on the bed, sub, and show Master Trevor your pussy.” Oh boy. She complied instantly and heard their masculine chuckles at her obvious eagerness. Maybe she should have balked and garnered some punishment, but she wanted something else.
