Chapter 202: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 22, Kink

MICHAEL

heading south, I tug at the ties of the thong, pulling away about a square inch of satin as the flimsy thing falls away.

Richard sucks in air. "So, James, where would you like me to start?"

"I'm sure you don't need instructions from me..." James drops eyes to Beth's smooth pubis. "... An old hand like you." His gaze shifts to Charlotte... "But I think we'll adjust the furniture a little."

Rising, he takes a stand-mirror from the corner of the bedroom, moves it to the side of the bed, adjusts the angle, then stands back to gauge the results. He adjusts it a little, measures it by eye again and then nods. Charlotte has an excellent view of her own sex.

"Would you like her opened a little further, Richard? I imagine you'll want to reach everything easily."

"Excellent idea, James. The knees wider I think, and we'll lift her hips."