Rachel stood in the massive living room of the Wellington estate, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She wore one of Carla's expensive silk robes, just as Mark had ordered. The deep red fabric felt cool against her bare skin, and she left it completely untied, the edges hanging open to expose her heavy breasts, her soft stomach, and her bare, freshly shaved p***y.
The sun was setting outside the large windows, casting long shadows across the room. Rachel felt incredibly vulnerable standing in the open like this. The living room was the central hub of the house. The front door was right down the hallway. The windows faced the street. If Carla pulled into the driveway early, she would see everything through the glass.
Mark walked into the room wearing a dark robe of his
