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SYNOPSIS
In the second book, the fates of Nina, Mia and Sophie are followed a little more closely and in finer detail. Now moved on from the Society, their terrible fates become all too apparent.
This story also moves beyond The Society; to the clients and the individuals without whom the Society and Huntress could not exist and thrive. Moving in greater detail to South Africa and the development of the Breast Specialist's facility. His advanced years meaning that he hands the reign to his son Didier, or more to the blossoming, sadistic daughter-in-law Lynette. Another eye opening, mouth watering instalment, best read with the curtains closed, the lights turned down low, and with the reader fully immersed.
EXTRACT
A younger Lynette had accompanied her future father-in-law and Huntress on the show-round.
The talks had been very informal, very low key. Huntress had listened to every single word
said. She had nodded in the right places and she had made the right noises without
revealing her hand. Even when the young girl Lynette had spoken,
“You can name your price. Finances are not the issue. Daddy here is especially fond of
the one known as Mia, and I am very keen that he retains her.”
Huntress, had let her eyes pour over the young girl. Over the full length of her, and
with just the slightest of smiles over perfectly coloured lips. She liked the confidence
in Lynette. Even recognising something of herself in her, from her own heady younger days.
It would be a false statement to say that Lynette didn't experience a slight chill
down her spine as the legend known as Huntress had let her eyes pour over her. It was
actually slightly more than a chill that went down her spine. It had been like a mini
'war-of-wills' with Lynette coming a poor second. Totally outclassed by the
older, wiser and maturer lesbian Dominatrix Huntress. Huntress was more than aware of the
effect she had on most people who crossed her path at one time or another. When she let
her eyes roam up and down the smartly, almost corporately dressed Lynette, she had let
those eyes, come to rest deliberately on the mounds that pressed out from her fitted
jacket. The mounds of her breasts. Huntress was impressed. Very impressed with the way the
girl carried herself. The confidence and unmissable arrogance that seemed to pour from the
girl's presence. But she was just that, a girl.
Lynette's pride wouldn't allow her to become a shrinking violet in Huntress
presence and Huntress liked that. She liked the way the girl simply stood, pose held,
stilettos placed a comfortable distance apart, slightly above the knees skirt stretched
tightly between nylon sheathed legs as Huntress had crawled her eyes first down then up
the length of her. Then come to rest on her the breasts as they pushed out from inside the
silk blouse and fitted jacket. Lynette just silently gasped as she felt the throb at the
base of both nipples. Huntress could do that. She could make a girl's nipples throb
without physically touching them. It wasn't a skill she had honed or even had been
aware of early in her 'career'. And, there was no defining moment when she had
become aware of it. Or capable of it. Rather, just it was something that had just been
there. Lynette had simply stood and rode the throbs without visible effects being
revealed. Or, to put it another way. Lynette thought she had ridden the throbbing nipples
well and without revealing what she was feeling to the awesome Huntress.
Wrong!
