Part 5:
Jean lead Sabrina over the hardwood floor of the bedroom onto a blood red rug in front of the fireplace. A teapot sat on a warmer on the nearby coffee table. Jean poured camomille tea into a mug and handed the mug to his pet. “For your throat, my dear.” Sabrina sipped at the tea, soothing her sore throat muscles. She remained on her knees on the rug. Jean grabbed some gear from a table away from the fire while Sabrina sat and drank.
Sabrina placed the half-drunk tea on the coffee table. “Master, I'm waiting for you,” she whispered into the darkness of the spacious bedroom. Jean emerged from the dark holding a long, fluffy fox tail and a bottle of lubricant. He turned the business end of the tailplug toward Sabrina, “Down, girl!” Sabrinapushed her chest into the comfy rug, stretching her arms out in front and pushing her ass into the air. She wore a garter belt with no panties beneath, and he naughty parts shined in the firelight in her Master's view.