Chapter 70: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 21, Playing To An Audience

Standing very close to me, holding me tight at waist and shoulder, the flogger in his hand trailing tails down the naked skin of my back, my Master inhales. "Ah, there´s my girl. Wet already. You smell wonderful."

My hips, pressed tight against his, feeling his erection hard against me, quiver at his words. He backs away from me, with that non-smiling smile of his, allowing the leather tresses to trail over my shoulder as he moves.

The faces beyond, pale against the darkness, seem mesmerised by the performance. There is not a sound, only the gaze of a hundred eyes on me.

Michael, stepping behind, curves his arms around me, running hands over the flatness of my stomach, up through the curve of hip and waist, over the roundness of my heavy breasts. The eyes follow his every movement, as he displays me to them.

The beautiful dress sparkles and shimmers as it ripples under his hands before, fingers rising to the nape of my neck, he unbuttons the halter; the two tiny buttons which a