Chapter 48 It's Not Me Who Should Like It

• "How would you like me to call you?" the young woman asked boldly, bringing two of her fingers to her mouth, wetting them just enough before bringing them between her legs, under her panties, caressing her clitoris, closing her eyes as she ran her free hand along her neck, imagining that it was the lawyer's lips caressing her skin.
• "By my name," he was about to ask her to call him ‘master’, but that would imply some kind of responsibility over her, and he didn't intend to do that.
• "Matthew..." she gasped, almost breathless, as she used her two fingers to open the folds of her intimacy, feeling not only the touch of her fingers, but also the touch of the lace of her panties as she pushed them aside.