Then, expertly, she ran a finger along their length. Already aroused I moaned as loudly as when Jocelyn's finger touches my depths. I wasn't sure I co...ld take this."There, my baby. Be good for Mama," she whispered. "Pussy belongs to me now. I'm gonna look after her. Come down."She knelt on the grass. I curled in her lap. Her plaything. And she played with me. At first I didn't attempt to touch her, just to snuggle against her as her hands had their way with me. It was like she had to awaken. Wetness glistened on her bare labia. "Please, Sirs, please make me your toy." "What else, little one?" Mr. Monroe now said into her other ear, his rich voice defining the silence. Lorraine trembled. Monroe growled low in his throat. "Your pussy is wet, little dear. Tell us, tell us what you want to be." Lorraine whimpered and Luke looked between her legs, saw Mr. Monroe's thick finger probe, parting her shaved lips, and disappear. Inside her. Fingering her, he scribbled quickly, not wanting to. "But I have hopes that you will be my last patron. I shall seek employment hereafter as a governess or a lady's companion." "You? A governess? You think you will be allowed the care of c***dren?" Offended by his skepticism, she replied, "I was a governess, beloved by the family, until...until I had to leave." "It was discovered your virtue was lacking." She scowled. "Yes, I had fucked the stable boy, the butler, the footman, my employer's valet, and I would have done the horses in the stable if. He might say something inappropriate, at least for the situation he was in. It wouldn’t be wrong. But it wouldn’t be right. He’d hated ambiguity all of his life. It was part of the reason he’d become a soldier. Right. Wrong. Black. White. Innocent. Guilty. Kill. Or be killed. Yes, ambiguity was not the path he’d chosen. Yet now, everything was ambiguous. Working for these motherfuckers, that wasn’t ambiguous, that was just plain wrong. But….here he was, in a world of gray. He tried to stop.