No!

Jake felt a sensation of horror in the pit of his stomach. Why hadn't he been more careful with the bone? If Marion worked out what it was for, he was finished. His fun would be over forever and she'd do things to him that would make her own humiliation seem tame. He had to get it back.

He just hoped that he'd made her submissive enough that she had to give it back. Ignoring the terror he felt in his whole body, he used his sternest voice. "Put that down! You're drunk and in no state to do your duties! Go get yourself cleaned up."

Marion blinked and swayed on her feet. She realized she had a terrible hangover- all the sweaty wet fucking she'd done had dehydrated her a little and so the whisky had left her in an awful state. She felt dreadful. As nice as the bone felt to hold, it did nothing to ease her pounding head or nausea. The thought of splashing her face with cold water was very tempting, and she put the bone down on a bench and lurched off towards the bathroom.

Jake quietly breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the bone. He'd learned he had to be so much more careful. He'd never let it out of his sight again. Still shivering, he considered making Marion suffer for giving him such a scare. Or maybe he should take his mind off the close call he'd had by finding some other girls to distract him.