‘Not an elegant way to dress for dinner,’ Janet thought, ‘but I’ll dress in something more fitting before Jessica arrives.’ While she had barely been able to choke down lunch, she attacked the broiled scallops like she had not eaten for a week. “Ooooh!” Tina cried. There was a riding crop on the night table, and Janet did not hesitate to use it whenever she felt that Tina was not being wholly attentive to her. Her cunt was clean of her juices, and the skin was cold to the touch. “No thanks,” refused Janet, “we’ve already done that.” “Are you afraid that I’d take you to Lauren’s again?” asked Tiffany. “Yes, Mistress,” cried Tina. Her threat to place Janet in the Dungeon was not an idle one. It must be a secret between us,” implored Janet. “The thought had crossed my mind,” politely answered Janet. “For reasons I cannot discuss, I can’t keep my records at home,” stated Janet, “and you must not tell anyone about this! Tina was now being properly punished for the first time
