Chapter 128

• Clara woke up from her sleep in a haze. She was vaguely aware of the sunlight streaming through her curtains and the feeling of a presence by her bed. Turning over, she looked for the presence pervading her senses. Seeing nothing, she decided to relive the previous days events in her mind before having to make her way downstairs to serve her master.
• She pictured Mr. Smith sliding his dick between her pert butt cheeks, she remembered John sliding his hard cock in the mare's pussy. Her hand slide beneath her nightgown, gently rubbing the smooth cloth covering her bald mound. Her thoughts continued to wander, imaging John between her legs, licking her pussy juice from her slit and clit. Her fingers slid into her wet cunt, fingering her hole as she continued to think about John and Mr. Smith double teaming her as she moaned like a whore.
• Her left hand tweaked her nipples as she got closer to orgasm. Her hips began to buck of the bed as her fingers thrust faster into her twat. With a loud groan, she came, spilling her juice onto her sheets.