Finally he stopped and waited for her to become quiet. ‘Hey, they’re my clo. Indian xxx …’
She didn’t get a chance to finish as M yanked the lead backwards and stuck his foot out so she tripped and landed flat on her back, winded. A few minutes later she heard Maisie’s cheery, ‘Good night, Boss!’ and his short reply, and the door bang. She was given the leftovers; there wasn’t much and it was cold and greasy, but she stuck her head in the bowl gratefully. She felt his warm breath on her open vulva and it responded by pumping more blood to her labia and clitoris. He walked slowly around her, tweaking her nipples to make them stand out, running his hand lightly between her legs.
