“Thanks,” she said, trying hard to keep herself together. “She was head-over-heels for you, Marcus. Good,” I said, the elastic band around my chest that I hadn’t realized was there suddenly loosening as I felt relief. We’ve got company.”
“Wait,” I said. I’d missed her over the last two weeks since Vegas, and God… it felt good to have her sitting in my lap again. This close, I could detect the cinnamon and honeysuckle from one of her favorite lotions. It still displayed ‘Helen’s Little Whore.’
Helen patted the one beside her, and the submissive complied with the unspoken command. The collar around her neck stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the outfit. Hell… Natalie was probably right in rejecting me. She was also clearly not wearing a bra under the thin sleeveless shirt. Catskills. She looked up from her phone and gave me a sad smile, and I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what she was doing.
