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She dropped the strap, gripped Haley by the waist, and

twisted her, flinging her down onto the bed, twisting the

restraints above her, which had a lot of play in them because

she’d made them purposely long. Haley screamed as the

covers, which were so soft, came into contact with her sore

ass. She jacked her hips up, trying to ease the pain, but Claire

pinned her down to the bed with the flat of her hand.

“Hold yourself open for me,” she commanded, staring into

Haley’s wide-eyed, tear-drenched face.

“I can’t. God, I can’t, Claire. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Then turn over and let me strap you again for disobeying

me. Another ten? Twenty? I know you could take it.”

“No.” Haley thrashed her head from side to side,

whimpering, but her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, her

pupils blown.

Claire pinched Haley’s clit, hard, and she screamed again.

She no longer cared who heard them. If they were doing this,

then they were doing it. Her staff were loyal to her. They

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nbsp; wouldn’t say anything. What was happening in this room

wouldn’t leave the walls of the house. “Now. If I loosen your

restraints, are you ready to part yourself like a good girl?”

“Yes,” Haley panted. A fresh tear leaked out of the corner of

her eye. She licked her lips and whimpered. “Yes.” Her breath

hitched when Claire did what she’d promised, loosening the

bindings just a little. It was only a second before Haley’s

hands moved, her fingers spreading her glistening, swollen

pussy open. She was so ready. So ready that she was making a

mess all over the covers, dripping down her thighs, dripping

into her ass crack.