Bite your lip to hide a moan

Linda slowly walks by.

“Did I hear a sound? Maybe there is an alive girl among my plastic dolls? That wouldn’t be appropriate… That would be punished severely”

With her phone app she makes the insidious vibrations even stronger and pretends to strain her ears. But you make no sound, tensing all your muscles to endure this sweet torture.

“Good, good. I must be just hearing things” - she smiles.

And that is a moment when the door’s bell ring, and somebody enters the store.

“Now that’s a real sound”.

Having a fear that your pursuer came back, you throw a quick glance at the door.

Phew. That’s just a blonde woman in an obviously expensive dress.

You literally take a deep breath, while your Owner is distracted, and then glance at the customer again.

The woman is about 40 years old, but these years were obviously spent in wealth. She holds several shopping-bags in her bejeweled hands and looks at Linda as her old pal.

“Sorry, can I see the store manager? I have a complaint. The saleswoman is too hot, and that distracts me from shopping” - the woman declares.

“You know what? Go fuck yourself with your complaints… Or even better, the store manager could fuck you, hottie, if you wouldn’t mind”.

Linda and her guest hug and cheek-kiss each other.

“So, Mary-fuckin-von Sternberg, what brings you to my lair? And where is your beloved duke?”

“He has some business with Lancestons, so I suppose he’s in their manor, fucking pretty maids, as always. And I prefer shopping… and his bodyguards”

“That’s a pity! There were times when you preferred maids” - Linda pretends to be upset.

“It was when YOU were that maid, honey”.

No way! You try to imagine Linda as a maid and - you could swear it! - smile with the slightest of your smiles.