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Chapter 41

The sub jerked slightly, and Bree wondered if they'd planned it or if Drake had gone off script. If he had, it meant he wanted her to return the punishment when they were alone.

Sara licked her lips and croaked, "Please lick me clean."

"Sir," Drake prompted.

"Sir," she added.

The expression on the volunteer's face showed his obvious pleasure at the task, the man knelt again, spread the lips of Sara's cunt and began to lap eagerly. As she watched, another set of spasms rocked Bree. Rafe pressed his fingers firmly against her crotch and she pushed down on them as hard as she could. The performance on stage finished at almost the same time the last tremors left her body.

Rafe slid his hand free, leaned closer and held his fingers under his nose.

"Perfume," he breathed, then wrapped his arm around her again to steady her.

Bree didn't know what to say to him. To anyone. She glanced to either side of her to see if anyone had noticed, but apparently they were all too busy with their ow
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