She was a small brunette with curls, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, the only thing that denoted her place as a fellow Club Gomorrah Servant was that her outfit was missing a chest section, leaving her large breasts exposed for all to see. “Unko… (Shit)” She chuckled, admiring the effects of her work, the pleasure from the brainwashing’s orgasm denial written clear on my face as she set me free. If you don’t… I’ll keep going until I’m bored.”
Maria simply shook her head, again silently pleading with me. Sophia is British, but with the same process we create the illusion of a french maid. Ona was playing her own little game with me, making it clear that the only choice I had when she told me to hurt someone… was how much I got from it in the end. “Whip her, whip the bitch. “Hey Jack.” Ona called as she toyed with Maria’s exposed hole using her Riley lubed thumb. I’ll do any.”
“To whip Maria.” She cut in.
