`Pour my wine,` said Jenny. Marina put the tray on the table and then poured a glass.
Then she stood holding it, as if unsure what to do. `Hand it to me,` came the command.
Anxiously Marina crossed the room and extended her hand, leaning forward, standing as far
as she could from Jenny while still reaching across to her. Jenny caressed the back of the
Ukrainian`s hand, then took the glass from her.
`Say thank you,` prompted Jenny.
`What - I -`
`When you give something to me, you thank me for the honour of letting you serve me. Now
say thank you.`
`Thank you,` said Marina dejectedly.
`Thank you sir!`
`Thank you, sir.`
`Better. Now sit here.` She patted the middle seat of the couch, between herself and
David. Marina sat down with obvious dislike, and curled up defensively. Jenny put a hand
on the girl`s bare thigh and she jumped and pulled away slightly, but not out of reach.
Jenny turned her eyes toward Louise. Lightly stroking Marina`s leg she said, `This is my
slave. As you can see, she stands where she is told and keeps silent unless spoken to.
Slave, turn around.` Louise turned on the spot, putting her back to David. Again the lower
part of her bare rump was on display for him to see.
`Lift the skirt.` Louise reached back and grasped the back of her petticoat, then lifted
both it and the black skirt outside it up her back. Now she was showing the full roundness
of her well-developed seat. `As you can see,` continued Jenny, `I do not allow my slave to
wear knickers. She does not deserve them. Turn back.` Louise turned to face David once
more. She was still holding her skirts up, since she had not been told to release them.
`Undress,` ordered Jenny. Louise shivered with nerves. She had been with men before, but
since becoming Jenny`s plaything she had been completely faithful, and no other man or
woman had seen her naked. Now to undress in front of a man she had barely met... that was
embarrassing. Her stomach was all butterflies. But she could not deny her beloved and
terrifying mistress. With trembling hands she slowly removed her costume, piece by piece,
until she stood naked before the three people on the couch. Her hands were on her thighs.
David openly ogled her body, the fullness of her pink breasts, the nipples like enticing
fruits at their points, her curving waist flaring out to succulent thighs, and the private
place between her legs, half-shrouded by the dense cluster of dark hair. As Louise felt
his eyes roaming over her, her face burnt to a deep red of shame. She looked to her
mistress, who looked on her discomfort with amusement. Louise saw to her dismay that
Jenny`s hand brushed up and down the little dark tart`s thigh. But she remained humble and
said nothing.
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