"Please, master, get me out of here. Please take me home," she begged. It would be necessary to spend the night in the spare room, away from Jim. Could she ever bring herself to tell him what she had done? It was bad enough being aware of it herself.
Richard took a hold of her arm, guiding her to a back door. She was relieved not to go anywhere near the bar. Getting into his car, she was a little disappointed it was all over. She had never ever experienced such intense feelings before and would probably never again. She had been this mans sex slave, and revelled in the feeling of being used in such a humble role. Of course it couldn't last, it simply couldn't. It was just a game. Just a nasty game they had played in the club.
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