Lady In The House Ch. 11

Brendan lifted my chin and rubbed his deflating penis over my face, mixing the last of his spend with my heavy makeup. I felt Steve take a handful of my skirt and wipe the mess off the plastic vibrator, he threw my ripped, come soaked panties over into the corner of the cell.

"Fuck me Michele, you should see the mess on your skirt! Carmel make sure this bitch gets a good cleaning up there before she starts work in future," he snarled and pushed me off his lap and on to the cold floor.

I lay there sobbing, discarded like a piece of garbage.

Brendan pulled up his pants and zipped his fly.

"Thanks Steve, I'll definitely come back when I save me some more money," he toadied and sauntered to the door.

"Sure," Steve responded dismissively.

Steve lit a cigarette and offered one to Carmel who took it and lit it up; holding it in feminine fashion between two slender, painted-nailed fingers. Steve prodded at me with the toe of his boot.

"So, you only do this because you are forced too hey? Well, I could of sworn I just had a hot slut lying in my lap, wriggling with pleasure while she sucked on a cock and had her arse fucked with a dildo!" Steve taunted and turned to the door of my workroom.

As he walked past where I lay curled up in a snivelling ball, he poked at me again with his toe.

"If you behave yourself your sister might get off lightly; if you fuck me around any more, well..."

He turned to Carmel.

"Get her cleaned up and back to work; I got a call to make."