Weeks after meeting her, she told
the girl to lift her kilt and watched excitedly as the little girl
obeyed, such a pretty little blush on her cute face as she did so, the
training she’d received preparing her perfectly for her new mistress’s
demands. No worse than any other child that returned
from the dungeon she set about preparing Amy for Betty to collect her. XXX Betty whimpered, her legs willing
her to slide down to her knees and beg Miss Marchant’s forgiveness. No worse than any other child that returned
from the dungeon she set about preparing Amy for Betty to collect her. No, Amy Jennings was
different. She admired without the need to touch, her eyes doing her caressing, the
force of her presence causing Betty’s little nipples to grow erect,
