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for long.’
    The next few seconds dragged. Gael couldn’t sneak away without being seen. Hoping against hope that Sophie would not discover her, Gael dropped the dildo in the grass.
    Sophie sat up, scowling. ‘For God’s sake, Todd, I’ve had enough of your games. I know you’re there.’ When she sprang up and rounded the tree, her jaw dropped.
    With her blouse open and her skirt around her ankles, Gael felt like a naughty girl caught at the keyhole of her parents’ bedroom with her knickers down.
    ‘You? What the hell are you doing here?’ Sophie faced her squarely, her pubis pushed out as she set her legs astride and clamped her hands upon her hips.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ Gael stammered. ‘I came down for a swim. You both took me by surprise.’
    ‘I bet you were surprised.’ Sophie scanned Gael up and down, noting her naked pubis and eyeing her breasts. Her own breasts were full and taut from the liaison with the gardener. She threw her head back in that haughty way Gael had seen before. ‘But did you learn anything about how a man plays with a woman? Did you enjoy watching him lick my quim before he fucked me?’
    Gael’s temper rose. ‘I’m not so naïve as you seem to think.’
    Sophie’s nostrils flared derisively.
    Gael glowered at her and mimicked her stance. ‘I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.’
    ‘Perhaps not. But I asked if you learnt anything.’
    Gael was uncertain how she should react. After all, she was the mistress and the girl could easily be replaced if she was going to be obstreperous. But then she relented. The sights and sounds and scents of the man having the girl so ardently had raised her need for sex and left her unfulfilled.
    She turned to go but Sophie caught her arm. ‘Oh no, you don’t get away that easily.’
    Gael began to tremble. The sight of the aroused young woman set her pulse racing. Her vaginal muscles tightened.
    Sophie sneered. ‘Frightened of what I might do to you, are you?’
    Gael pulled herself up tall, easily as tall as the housemaid. ‘I’m not frightened of you. Let go of my arm.’
    Sophie hung on despite Gael’s effort to pull away. She stared into Gael’s eyes. ‘I think you did enjoy watching us.’
    Totally naked and unashamed, the girl had an air of self-confidence about her that was surprising. Gael shook her off. ‘Yes – if you really want to know – I did enjoy it. I wanted to join in.’
    The admission seemed to soften Sophie’s demeanour.
    Gael lowered her eyes to stop them showing her excitement. Then she raised them. Why should she be subservient to the servant?
    ‘Yes,’ Sophie hissed, as she ran a finger through Gael’s cleft. ‘I can see that you enjoyed it. Do you like being whipped as well?’
    Yes, she did like being whipped – just hard enough to feel her skin flush and her sexual energy rise to swell her vulva and her breasts. Whipping had been something which Bunny Grymwell had introduced her to. He had been a master of keeping her on the edge of ecstasy, spanking her as he took her from behind.
    Sophie took Gael’s chin and pinched. ‘I asked you if you like being whipped.’
    Gael shook her head. There was no way she was going to let this girl know what she liked or hated. She sensed a sadistic streak in the way the wide mouth curled. She could imagine Sophie always getting what she wanted. She had clearly wanted Flanders to string her from that bough. She had loved the way he’d whipped her with the leafy branch. She’d closed her eyes in ecstasy as he’d raked her body with his nails. Now she was clearly bent upon getting pleasure from Gael in some way – but Gael couldn’t work out how.
    Sophie backed Gael against the tree, her eyes alight with anger, her breathing short. Her lips came in so close that Gael could feel her breath. She had an urge to kiss that mouth just as she’d wanted to that morning.
    Sophie hissed, ‘I’m going to whip you for your sneaking. Then we’ll see just how much you