Torment before the storm

Mr. Ingram stood. "I believe, my dear, our little tramp should give us both some pleasure for her first task. Why don't you remove your gown while I warm her up a bit more."

Molly shuddered as a wicked smile came over Mrs. Ingram's face. the woman said nothing. Molly watched as she moved behind a screen in the corner of the suite. Molly thought about making a dash for the door, even naked as she was. But that route was quickly cut off.

Mr. Ingram was behind her, his hands reaching around her body, his fingers touching and stroking her soft breasts. "So, our little Molly has been a good girl..." He was mocking her. "Never let the boys into your knickers. Tell me, girl, you ever play with one of the boys' cocks?"

"Please, sir...." tears rolled down the girl's face... "I'm a good girl. Never let the boys touch me."

Mr. Ingram had the girl's nipples hard and sensitive and tingling. "Never had one of the damn priest make you suck his manhood in confession?" His left hand dropped down over her belly and found her already slick private place.

"Please... no..." Molly was trembling with shame and fear.

"Bring the bitch over here, my dear. I'm ready for her!"

Molly turned to Mrs. Ingram's voice. The woman was on the bed. The covers were turned down. Mrs. Ingram was sitting at the head of the bed, her body propped up with pillows. The older woman's legs were spread wide. She was totally naked.

"Well, Molly, your Mistress desires your services. Go to her! Now!"