Miss Ashton, a special little whip in hand, now moved around until
she stood between Emily’s parted bottom cheeks to look excitedly at
her smooth little cunt and puckered anus. “I hate you! “Now, the other leg,” Miss Ashton told her, pretending not to have
heard Emily’s surprised gasp as she’d fleetingly stroked the outer
edge of her aroused vulva. “Don’t worry Emily, you’ll find out soon enough,” she explained. “Now! As they arrived in Wigmore Street, Margaret turned to Emily and said
sternly, “You are to do exactly as Miss Ashton and Lady Bennett tell
you!” her hand placed firmly under the child’s chin to make sure she
paid attention. “Don’t be stupid Emily, you’ve hardly
seen the place,” was all the response she got. “Mrs Ashby, in order to assess Emily’s suitability, I will need to
examine her thoroughly, do you mind?” Miss Ashton asked.
