Severe Discipline For Angel Wicky’s Disrespectful Behavior

I was so drained of energy from the crashing orgasms that I could do next to nothing to participate, but Mila didn’t seem to mind that. “Poor Juliana, your muscles are so stiff. The only thing I remember apart from that is a voice somewhere close by, saying, in a shocked tone, “She’s still alive. Then I felt a sensation like an electric shock go through me as she flicked her tongue across my toes. “Aren’t I touching you?”

“Not like that, you witch!” (The real word I used was not exactly witch.) “You know what I mean!”

She laughed again, the mischievous glint still in her eyes, and moved between my legs. She never tried to be artificially cheery with me. “The old Juliana is coming back!”

I felt a bit strange afterwards, when everything was over. “I’m going to make lunch for you, Juliana.”

So she made me two egg and bacon sandwiches and sat watching me eat.