Marilynn strode into her room tossing her heels to the side, “Scarlet!”
“Y-yes miss,” a terrified maid answered the summons shaking as she stood in the doorway.
“Tell Derek I want to see him.”
“Um…Derek?”
“Did I stutter?”
“N-no.”
Marilynn turned away from the maid in disgust. She marched to her bedside table yanking open the drawer and rummaging through the contents. The image of her sister and Silas was burned into her mind. She needed a release or she wouldn’t sleep well. Derek wasn’t much but he had some skill to get her off. Yet she sensed she needed more. In times like these the best release was using her strap-on and bending him over.
Digging in the drawer she grew more frustrated when she didn’t find the object of her search. She straightened trying to remember where she put
