I groaned, his fingers still lightly dancing between my legs, threatening to give me the release that I ached for. “What do you want, Scarlett? “I...want you, Jack.” Suddenly, the movement from his finger stopped and I squirmed under his grip in protest, almost whining. Then, I felt him press up and all at once he had two fingers inside me. My head fell back and I moaned his name as he caressed and coaxed me with his hand. “God, you’re so wet for me, Scarlett. I want to fuck you right here.” My. I held out my hand to Susan, recalling how Samantha reacted to my flourish and calling her milady. “Enchante,” I said. With a smile, Susan held out her hand, palm flat. I placed my palm under hers and bent over, still maintaining eye contact, and gently kissed the back of her hand, earning another TCD of approval. “Jerry. Ever the charmer,” said Samantha. “Now meet Dorothea.” Dorothea’s back had been to me. She turned, and I gasped. She was regal, untouchable, an object of worship. Her heavily. But he was used to being controlled, so I figured that aspect of his previous life would help him deal with it. “Look up, bitch. Maintain eye contact with me, or you will be punished.”I grabbed him by his shaggy blonde locks and drove all eight inches straight to the back of his throat. If he wanted to be controlled, I could certainly arrange that. I could see the discomfort in his eyes, as they teared up. He'd failed to take a deep breath before I pushed in. I suspected that he wouldn't make. He probably recognised Jón's face too. "What would you kind masters need?"Jón said, "I want a very special bell cast just the way I describe." Jón used his hands and said, "It will be this long and this wide at the front and this wide at the back." With a gap between his finger and thumb he added, "A hole this big that goes from the front to near the back, but not through the metal. I want two heavy pins cast in it on both sides."Jón moved forward and picked up a hammer and I gave him a weight.