"Hold on, Galvin," Vince said lazily. "I think I'd better handle this, you're still rushing things."

He leaned back in the chair as his obedient little slave worked her soft mouth over his rockhard prick. Her thighs were spread and her six-inch heels pointed almost straight at Jeanette.

"Er – sure, Vince," Galvin said, standing there, the rod in his hand. "Shit, man, what am I doing wrong?"

"Stop that, Cora, we've got work to do," Vince said. "What's the difference between rape and seduction, Galvin?"

"I dunno," Galvin said, holding in his resentment.

"Patience," Vince said. "Just that. You rush things – I'm teaching you to do them properly. Now get your mouth off my cock, Cora, or there'll be trouble."

"Mmmmnn!" Cora moaned softly, licking his cockhead. "What kind of trouble?"

"Off," he said, and she obeyed at once, pulling her soft lips away and pouting up at him.

"It's not fair," she said as she tucked his cock back into his pants, holding it as long as she could.

He ignored her as he stood up. She stayed kneeling at his feet, zipping up his pants over the massive bulge of his prick. Then she got up and straightened her stockings, staring nastily at Jeanette.

"You know what to do," Vince said. With great care he leaned down and picked up a single-tailed whip, curling it through his fingers as he turned.

Jeanette choked as she saw the whip. The tail was six feet long and made of tightly plaited leather. The handle was short, and Vince curled the tail in the hand that held it as he slowly walked behind her. Jeanette screamed into the gag, but her voice was still muffled to a dull yell. Cora leaned down over her, the leather shirt open, her small high tits close to Jeanette's struggling body.

"You'll pay for that, you shit!" she hissed. "He was gonna cum in my mouth, and you fucked it up! You'll pay for that!"