"Just do exactly as I say. There is a penalty for disobedience and you are rather at a disadvantage if it comes to fighting back." He smiles again and she nods, fear clenching in her stomach, quelling the desire of a moment ago.
"Bend your knees and spread your legs," he instructs, watching the muscles flex in her toned legs as she complies. He looks her over again appreciatively: long, dark hair tousled, breasts heaving in the tight corset, skirt around her waist, boots serving to accentuate her naked p***y. His eyes are drawn to the glistening opening, framed by her shapely thighs. The intensity of his gaze makes her want to close her legs and he spots the muscle twitch that gives her thoughts away. There's a knock at the door.
"Keep them open," he orders firmly, pointing a finger at
