I don’t know why I turn around to look. I really don’t want to. But I think I’m taken by surprise at his openness, and his boldness, and also mildly curious to see if my guess is correct.
Which it is: he’s pulled his robe aside and is now very openly stroking his p***s in front of me.
“Keep cleaning.” Master nods for me to continue. He slows his pace as I turn, licking his lips with appreciation in his eyes. “Don’t miss a spot.”
Fear shivers up my spine, and I scrub harder at the first table. I don’t care if my breasts fly out at this point—I just want to get this done and over with enough that he’ll leave me the f**k alone.
But it’s not even five minutes later when I feel his large hand clamp down on my shoulder.
And before I have a chance to blink, I’m shoved down onto my knees.
Ma
