“You‘re gonna be screaming by the time I let you cum!” replied Sam. Again two fingers rode their way up Laura’s pussy and onto her clit and th...n they circled it again, once, twice, three times and then back down and up her pussy. Sam stroked her fingers into Laura’s pussy maybe three or four times and then back out to do exactly the same to her clit as she did before. “Oh…fuck…please, rub my clit please…” cried Laura. Sam just smiled and then, with her other hand, squeezed Laura’s right nipple. Katherine checked it was properly secured before stepping back in front of the secured Ellie. The two women looked at each other. Katherine smiling wickedly, used to giving pain to those who deserved it, and even to those who just wanted it; like Ellie. Ellie looked tense, pensive, remembering she even baited Katherine to get more strokes. Now though the reality was upon her. The paddle had hurt enough, so what were thirty-nine strokes going to feel like she wondered? Very painful, she. “Let me recalibrate your viewpoint. We don’t send girls out onto street corners to hustle. Far from it. A hard working girl, on average, will bring in anywhere from three to seven thousand in a single shift on site. She gets half that minus tax, insurance, and so on. That’s on-site, which is for plebes. Off site, a girl gets whatever she can convince her client to pay, we collect a hundred dollar referral and security fee each hour she works, so she generally sells hard. You’ll be taking home. This presented a problem for the aristocratic husband. Their wife could still well have loyalty to their father, mother, family, friends, or true lover. His bedmate may even have been trained to be a spy. And the husband’s anxiety multiplied when he was allowed more than one wife, each representing the interests of some other property owner.It is agreed that the first Maze Bracelets began in the royal court with a harem of a great many wives, perhaps King Solomon of Israel himself. Their magic.